©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