Little breezes dusk and shiver.
Write a poem write a song tell me a story of long long ago we sit we talk we tell the tale of live and long contrived I love you you are loved oh no oh god its been gone for so long we go along and now its gone. We sit and wait for all the news this child is mine I've caught the cues and hues of life within me grow and grow along inside me long inside me now its over its all done you'll never release this child young he's gone so gone and all along I knew it was completely wrong and now but how we go along growing and glowing with a secret showing. His name IS it is it is it's something I know from somewhere else without a doubt I feel sure this child is mine and not at all at the same time. He was lost stolen taken away to me someone else and now he lives he breathes he glows he knows whats hiding lives oh god oh no where does the child come from where oh where oh where he was lost and gone and now he's just outside and crossed without himself.....
Now the boy is grown the boy who's name is known. His name is was always known and now he grows and tells the tale of when he grew alone inside the womb I imagine so that all along he knew he was a special boy. Different alone together with all the rest inside outside the world growing and glowing with nothing to hide from anyone anymore. We know from him we know from us how we all trust remains inside concealed alone HE sees it all and can't condone the visions and revisions shown we all attempt to grow alone but unsuccessful we become because this man this boy the one can tell us all what we've become with years of bookless growth and tears he tells a story of our fears our deepest fears that no one knows not even we do but it shows somehow it shows and that he knows. Now alone I face the boy the man whose conscience doesn't go noticed to anyone and no one knows who he is at all not even he because we see what we choose to see and believe what no one sees in ourselves and grow to be what others see and wish to see.
Someday he'll die this boy of mine this boy this man that belongs to everyone all at once "I'm on all their sides" he tells me twice and I know I'm always going to be to see to understand that to only he; he is his own but not for me and now I see that he will be the one the boy the man he be.
Now the boy is grown the boy who's name is known. His name is was always known and now he grows and tells the tale of when he grew alone inside the womb I imagine so that all along he knew he was a special boy. Different alone together with all the rest inside outside the world growing and glowing with nothing to hide from anyone anymore. We know from him we know from us how we all trust remains inside concealed alone HE sees it all and can't condone the visions and revisions shown we all attempt to grow alone but unsuccessful we become because this man this boy the one can tell us all what we've become with years of bookless growth and tears he tells a story of our fears our deepest fears that no one knows not even we do but it shows somehow it shows and that he knows. Now alone I face the boy the man whose conscience doesn't go noticed to anyone and no one knows who he is at all not even he because we see what we choose to see and believe what no one sees in ourselves and grow to be what others see and wish to see.
Someday he'll die this boy of mine this boy this man that belongs to everyone all at once "I'm on all their sides" he tells me twice and I know I'm always going to be to see to understand that to only he; he is his own but not for me and now I see that he will be the one the boy the man he be.