A little boy alone in the dark, I hear his wanting cry,
The distant memories that fade in time, I often wonder why.
What did he do to take such pain, in this clear truth… it stays the same.
In place of love was only fear and heavy footsteps that came too near.
To take what wasnt his to take, to destroy, shatter and to break, the heart of one so young.
With this unmasking of the truth Ive only just begun.
In place of fear now stands love and gentle soul caress, to make peace with past and clear up all the dark and painful mess.
Encouraging that little boy to step out from the frost, I m here for him at last he knows he is no longer lost.