Looking outside my world,laughter all around.
Ears pick up the sound,smile's around my mouth.
My heart beats faster,the feel of joy closes my eyes.
Pastures of green, collered fields smels of flowers.
The child plays...... the man crys.
The shadowchild plays, the man watches over him arms as wide as the world never to let him get hurt.
The child plays .the man sees flowers disapair.
The loos ther smel of sweet innocense.
His world gets smaller, the child does not see.
All he feels are arms around him.
A single tear slides down his face, as his eyes open again staring into emptynis.
The thought of a child never known, he dry's my tear.