So often he was like a child without a serious care
but the dark and brooding man was always lurking there
I wondered at the little boy who grew into this man
wished I knew if he too walked with trouble hand in hand
I think there is a special bond we find in that little boy
and althought it is the man inside we look to for the joy
there will always be a softer side that clings to the child
making it impossible for us ever hate the man however mean and wild
whenever I look into dark brown eyes filled with fear and hurt
the image appears of the boy inside long before life left him burnt.
but the dark and brooding man was always lurking there
I wondered at the little boy who grew into this man
wished I knew if he too walked with trouble hand in hand
I think there is a special bond we find in that little boy
and althought it is the man inside we look to for the joy
there will always be a softer side that clings to the child
making it impossible for us ever hate the man however mean and wild
whenever I look into dark brown eyes filled with fear and hurt
the image appears of the boy inside long before life left him burnt.
~nea 6/2002
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