A Small Boy And A Grey Heaven – Caliban

I turn inside of myself – look back into my past –
into nothing – the best time in life – barely present
I wish I could go back – tell that nice little boy
to be stronger – to be brave – bu I can’t
he had his chance
I burn – scream – I despair on these thoughts of
the past – I realize that I had barely lived
but just existed – it’s too late now
and my thoughts feed on this grief – the grief
creates tears that burn my skin
unable to ease the pain – I float in hoplessness
for the time is gone and the boy is a man now
the end – a beginning for everything flows and
we live to change – live to learn
the future’s still open and to be lived like
the past has been wasted – with hope in my
heart I look forward