Wednesday, May 11, 2016

Hidden In My Eyes.

Haunted By Distant Memories.

Wondering If Time Would Stand Still.

Holding On All Alone.

To Something, Yet Nothing At All.

Looking Into Those Questioning Eyes.

Of A Loving Child.

Wanting To Play And Run Around.

What Keeps me Standing Still.

And Holds Me To The Ground.

Is A Hope, A Wish.

He Never Knows The Pain.

He Never Knows The Sorrow.

That's Hidden In My Eyes.