I am a strange boy,
Who nobody ever knew,
Nearly a ghost in shadow,
And talk to me they never do.
Yet as i grew i became myself,
I don't need you or anyone else.

I knelt at his side,
After the crash and ******,
Of metal screams and glass on road.
Now the grass stains my knees,
The tears flowing wild,
The refracted light on tears in lashes,
Was almost hypnotic.
Making me calm,
Even though blood covered,
And the same was coming in your tears.
Chest collapsed,
Your end is here.
I held his hand my little boy,
The last thing said ,
Was i love you dad.
I broke wild lost my mind,
My only son died in my arms.
Evening glare of setting sun,
Goodnight my son forever on,
And in my heart your forever young.

The sun is high ,
The air is hot,
There is no breeze,
Desert waste.
Looking for an oasis ,
A place of rest ,
Where i could lay my burden down,
Perhaps drink of cool clear water,
Yet if not that a speck of shade would do,
But all i see are the plains,
And the shimmering heat off the sand,
If rest cant be found,
Then perhaps only my bones will be found.

Back go back,
To where the light was bright.
Back and back,
Where i first met the world.
Here it was here,
The magic was found,
Time in time,
The illusions died.
Mourn i mourn,
For the brilliance lost.
Lost I'm lost,
But may be found.

It rained today.
Could almost hear the gasp of relief,
Of the branches and leaves ,
On the bushes and trees.
Theres nothing like autumn rain,
As the winds blow across the desert plain.
The come and go,
The to and fro,
Of gentle drops on tin.
Oh the rain,
The rain has come again.

Somewhere there is a room.
Where there are boxes.
Filed away for some other day.
Who i used to be and all i ever see,
Is filed there unconsciously.
I feel so alone .
different.  disconnected.
Somewhere i know there is a box.
That keeps my light inside,
I know because it knows the light will never die.
Someday when the box is gone and buried in the ground,
The light the light goes back to where it once was found,
So don't you cry it was only my body that died.