I was locked in
Forgotten but not forgiven
The colors came faster
Faster through my mind
Red, blue, black and orange
They all have a meaning
A way of demeaning
A way of screaming
A way of hurting
All meant just for me
I never gave it life
Like so many did before
I would not drop it all
And believe so readily
And I am just a boy
With knowledge beyond my years
With scars and bruises
All telling my fears
My light burned out years ago
Or maybe my fridge door just closed
And left me inside
To feel the cold
And see what we all keep inside
I am still a boy
Lost, and wandering
Soon to find my way
The path to see my light
And open that door
To let me out
To let me explore.

::March 4, 2003 04:32 PM

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