Dear Boy I yet not know,
I am eager to earn your heart.
I look into your eyes
And I see your fears.
But hidden deep inside,
somewhere in the back corner of your heart,
you plead to escape the prison you have built yourself.
As I stair into your soul, the walls you are embodied by
show me how timid you are.
Scared that I may tear down, something that took so long to build.
But I revel not in angst, rather geniality.
They say fear is the heart of hate.
I see only hope for all things to come.
With you, me, and the questionable world that surrounds all of us in different ways,
there is a light at the end of this road we travel.
And though I fear your fears,
this hope is enough for me.
Because I know that with hope, all is possible.
And that anything that can be torn down, may be built back up.
Hope is the light I see hidden past your eyes.