The Boy Inside
It was early April and his day was just to begin
Fresh from tears he rose to his feet
The morning mist sprinkled a chill down his back, again she would fail
As in his vision nothing stood between
Hard, trying to fit
Always in sight fo what was to come his way
Many hearts came to judge
But he stood still with a dream to find his real love
In a quest he took off
Cast after cast he bit
Never understanding why so many fell
His heart grew big, and golden to his chest
Elegance for he wanted to be
Flowers he brougth her, only to see the world was real
How many kisses could one steal
Yet the kiss he yearned for the most he never got
A joy to prentend
Another heart to amend
Who would call to his joy
An angel?
He stood to his moon
His hope of a better place, alone
No one came, he wept the night away into dusk
Falling lower and lower
Breathing only to live, he saw nothing ahead
A dead end, a narrow path
Again Romeo was in his mind to chant in romance
To speak of love the way no one else could
He found a medium of self-fulfilment
And he went on to speak of love
Many whom payed audience saw the talent that walked on his verse
Many too did doubt, but he went on
A boy, longing to be a man
Love took him by surprise
He was a boy inside
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