A Small Boy And A Grey Heaven

I turn inside of myselfLook back into my pastInto nothingThe best time in lifeBarely presentI wish I could go backTell that nice little boyTo be strongerTo be braveBut I can'tBe had his chanceI burnScreamI despair on these thoughts of the pastI realize that I had barely livedBut just existedIt's too late nowAnd my thoughts feed on this griefThe griefCreates tears that burn my skinUnable to ease the painI float in hoplessnessFor the time is gone and the boy is a man nowThe endA beginning for everything flows andWe live to changeLive to learnThe future's still open and to be lived likeThe past has been wastedWith hope in myHeart I look forward