A child.....His family....His friends....His tears... His anger.... His despair....His fears...
His world.... all his.... yet still yours..
A little sweet, a little sour,
A little close, not too far.
A story.. a lot of his.. a bit of yours...A story known...yet unrealised...A story clearly real.. yet magic embedded...
You walk in the hall as you.. and even before you are half way through.. you are him. And as you walk out..the luminescence lingers...the melody haunts ...
Let me in without a shout,
Let me in I have a doubt,
There are more, many more,
Many many many more like me..
