Birth of Sight
Just a boy but now he has turned a man
Only just able to see the things adults can
Feels like he is dangling like a grandfather clock
Awaiting his mother to become once again his rock
His soul as of pieces and thrives for some love
Every night the moon appears as he peers up above
Wishing things would change and be as before
But now he is an adult the child blind eyes no more
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