I have a story for you,
Come quick and listen
Take a seat this will only take a minute
This story is about a boy,
Young, maybe 5 or 6
Bigger then the world
Still slaying monsters with sticks
Fighting demons inside his Spiderman kicks
Running from sharks, no idea what this is
The playground his world, he was the king
He would fight anyone that dared to touch his queen
He opens his mouth spit out the words of his dreams,
Slow down a bit as you begin to see
Every picture that he is replaying with ease
He is pouring his heart out, speaks of explicit memories
Reliving a time when the ends met the means
Going back to that day when life was a breeze
There were No bills to pay, no boss to please
Just a sandbox and his skinned up knees
Just a teatherball and two missing teeth
no cares in the world when he was in that seat
There was no reason to wonder 'why are we'
the only questions to answer were answered simply
But as you listen to the story I tell,
listen to the words that fell from his mouth
take note of each one, line by line,
for this my friend could be the time
the stories he speaks automatically rhyme
and pictures are built as the story climbs
Higher and higher, the tears begin to fall,
and suddenly were at the top of a very tall wall
looking down on the people, they seem so small
but this is his kingdom, his place to brawl
these are his people, the words his end-all
for when he opens his mouth...
...stay quiet my dear...
do not speak back, don't even wipe the tears
let him continue, speaking without fear
see the weight lift off his heavy heart
this is what we call a piece of art
pure - real - free - childhood memories
a hand to hold is all he needs
remain silent, thankful, grateful and true
he will take care of his people, he will pay his dues
he will slay the dragons that try and fight their way through
he will remain at bay until the time is right,
beware of the rebel that hides in the night