When a boy tells you his fears,
Hoping you'll understand,
But you can't even hear,
His voice screaming for your hand.
When a boy hides his face,
Covering it like his blanket,
He'll always hate it,
Like a muscle always aching.
When a boy shows you his hands,
All that he’s ever grasped,
But he's never held yours,
Too afraid it won't last.
When a boy shows you his eyes,
How they’ve seen hell,
He'll want you to try,
To know how you've helped.
When a boy gives you his heart,
Covered in all its shame,
You don't seem too far,
But close enough to fade.
When a boy opens up,
Speaking of fears,
He'll hope you'll love,
When he calls you “dear.”
When a boy gives you his pain,
And expects you to feel it,
He'll yearn for the rain,
Ask for the healing.
When a boy shows you his hands,
How they’ve been empty,
He'll never demand,
For you to be lending.
When a boy tells you his dreams,
Wanting you in them,
He'll want you to see,
You're his precious gem.
Maybe one day you'll understand... S.B. <3
