I knew a child

I knew a child
who had no fears,
I knew a child
he shed no tears,
I knew a child
his eyes were bright,
I knew a child
so full of life,
his heart was love
and filled it seemed,
with joy and laughter
and dreams unseen.

The child I knew
is long since gone,
those eyes so bright
now pale and drawn,
his heart once pure
now black as frost,
those dreams so fresh
now dead and lost,
his mind is trapped
inside he screams,
and prays for strength
to set him free.

copyright 2000, Brian E. Pederson - All Rights Reserved
published: "Theatre Of The Mind"