Slowly he turned to take a glance
A sight not seen in years
The picture of that little boy
Was clear through all the tears

These tears were different than before
Not the storm from a blinding rain
This time they gently cleansed the face
And washed away the scarlet stain

That little boy, so clear to see
The sun shining on his face
Playing out for all to see
Playing in his happy place

This place, so distant long ago
Was just a step away
And though the journey never stops
There is a light to lead the way

It's not a picture after all
But a mirror to his soul
The little boy had not gone
He'd fallen through the hole

The hole, it seems, is healing now
And his heart could beat again
And this time when he saw himself
He could see, for once, a friend!


Edited by bc22 (03/06/07 10:45 PM)