The Boy
I see his face when he is there
I know his story and I really care
I know what makes him feel this way
And I see his exploits every day
Where does he run when the time closes in?
Who does he come to when he cries deep within?
How does he cope with what scares him the most
When he flees the future afraid of his ghosts
Why does he come to me time and again
Where does he go, where has he been?
I don't know, but he believes in me
He looks at me, what does he see
Find my true face search deep in your heart
There it will open and true love can start
The boy, he smiles the boy he cries
The boy has fears and I think I know why
Only one thing ever comes between
The boy and I, something that's seen
One simple object it can't be much clearer
The boundary between us, a simple mirror
Jim 1963
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