2004 Gemma Louise Bright


There stands a child who

Lost in confusion

Watches the world on his own

Hiding behind his cynical vision

Taking the hardships alone


I see in his eyes that he's desperate to cry

But pride takes a different view

Distrust holds him back, there's a definite lack

Of faith for the ones that he knew


There stands a boy who's trying to grow up

Too fast and too suddenly

A part of him wants to know what he's worth

A part of him wants to be free


Without premonition he made his decision

Now life is just simply a chore

But deep down inside, with the hope that has died

There's a figure that wants to know more