The Boy

In the high grass,
Did dance a young boy,
So full of joy,
So full of joy,
He jumped and he danced,
He circled and he pranced,
Until he ran out of breath,
And fell to the ground romanced.

Then on day,
June, April, May?
Out of the dark,
Out of the dark,
It raced and he screamed,
It chased and he dreamed,
To get as far away from it,
For with evil it just beamed.

Years of hide and seek,
The boy began to grow meek,
Afraid of the dark,
Afraid of the dark,
He could not get away,
No matter how hard try he may,
And it did catch up with him,
Took his heart and soul away.

In the high grass,
Did sit a sad boy,
No more joy,
No more joy,
He slumped and he sighed,
He cursed and he cried,
Until he ran out of breath,
No one cared where he lied.

And so it is today,
When they say, "Come what may,"
In silence love to keep,
But truth has gone to sleep.