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