Lonely Boy

I look out my window,
and could not help to see
For in the dark winter sky.
There stands a single lonely star.

I could not help,
but to turn around.

As I look in to my mirror,
and could not help to see.
For in the dark reflation.
There stands a single lonely boy.

I could not help
but to kneel on my knees.

As I look up at my celling,
and God could not help to see.
For in the dark cold room.
There was a sweet young boy with his hands tightly together.

I could not help,
but to say...

I wish for some one to hold,
I pray for some one to love,
And I dream for this poem to be heard.

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© Copyright 2007 By: Richard Tyree