As a little boy
 I sat in a room,
always having visions 
of what some would call doom. 

I would close my eyes
 and darkness would appear, 
being able to see many things 
and not be able to hear.

 I would see things
 that would wiz through my mind,
 looking much closer,
 I knew it was a sign.

Blonde hair, brown hair,
black hair or red,
 when ever I finished having a vision
 I was always by my bed.

 This room of hopes dreams and fear,
 is the place to my heart that is so dear.
 It took me away  from my troubles held deep within
 and fathomed me with peace  which would shed me a tear.



Copyright © waynster ... [2004-02-12 19:22:32]