Thursday, July 20, 2006

 

the boy in my arms

watching him play
am keen to know
as he runs along the way
as to what he would grow?

out in the beach
when he plays in the sand
wonder if the castles afar
would be built by this very hand

as the night rules the sky
and he searches the sun's lost ray
wonder if he'd foretell
what the stars have to say

on the banks of the river
sitting on what he calls his isle
wonder if he'd bring to life
the lost pharohs of the Nile

in the months of cold
winning the fights of snow
wonder if he'd wield
power only the knights know

he may not rule the lang
nor make its law
he may never cross the seven seass
may forever remain raw

but deep inside i know
that hsi dreams stretch far and long
and this boy, my son
will never tread the path of wrong

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