I searched for a man of genius
of that, that exceeded my own...

Did the wind blow pass your shoulders
did it almost blow you away...

I want to hold you, touch you
all through out the day...

I have my own problems, but I don't tell
Its not right, for me to parade my pain...

I'm happy that you can move on
That you're a millions miles from down...

Tables are turned and the stakes are high
what is a man to do...

The stress had been mounting for weeks
And it had all got on top...

I'm not a man of wisdom
Nor a man of strength...

I can't seem to shake it off
this strange feeling that i feel...

*to all those who've commented on my recent works...
lets close the windows, turn off the light...

I am not an artist
I'm not a wizard with my words...

Tears stroll down the face
of a small innocent child...