THE BOY

 



       


             LEAVES HAVE FALLEN UPON THE MISTY RIVER OF ICE


             IT FLOWS THROUGH THE LAND, SHIVERS UPON COMMAND


               GREEN TURNS TO GREY, THE END OF A DULL DAY


                                    


               FIERCE WINDS BLOW OVER THE FORESTS OF DRED


          VOICES CALL THROUGH THE LAND, "WONDER WHAT'S AHEAD.."


                                    


               WONDER NOT MY FRIEND, THE ENEMY DRAWS NEAR


                LOOK DEEP INTO MY SOUL, FEED ON YOUR FEAR


               FEAR IS THE POWER OF THE MIND, HOLD STRONG


               GRASP ON TO YOUR LIFE YOU MAY NOT LIVE LONG


                                    


                  JUST A NOTION OF A YOUNG BOYS DREAMS


                  MOTHER THINKS THIS IS NOT AS IT SEEMS


                      SOFTLY SHE TUCKS HIM INTO BED


          TELLS HIM NEVER MIND, OF THESE THOUGHTS IN YOUR HEAD


                                    


                   YET THE IMAGES FLOW AS IN A VISION


              INSIDE HE FEELS ALONE, FILLED WITH INDECISION


                  WHO IS THIS ENEMY THAT HE CANNOT SEE


                    OF COURSE YOU KNOW IT BOY, ITS ME


                                    


                A VOICE FAMILIAR IN ITS DISTINCTIVE SOUND


              BOUNCING OFF THE WALLS ONTO TURBULENT GROUND


                    FIND ME BOY, YOU MUST LOOK WITHIN


                  CLEANSE YOUR SOUL IF YOU DESIRE A WIN


                                    


               A CONFRONTATION OF UNDERSTANDING AND TRUST


                YOU CAN NOT LIE, TRUTH AND HONESTY A MUST


                   FEEL ME, THE PAIN AND DESIRE UNTOLD


             YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE SAFE, BUT NOW YOU GROW OLD