The Boy, The Man

Is to be in Love naive
Only to old eyes
But what about the Boy, Who's eyes were new
Would he agree
That Love is naive

Not the Boy the Man was, no not him
His Heart would cry, his anger would rise
If he saw his mirror he would ask

What cold wind closed your heart?
Why do you fear to feel, or to feel fear?
Up and Down is the way of the world
Who are you to be too tired

The Man would think the boy knew nothing

Silence your lips boy, pain is as foreign as hurt to you
In your eyes a rose twinge
In your heart open hands
Catching all thrown at you

The Boy screamed

Better to catch all pain, then to catch no love
Be the man I was born to be, BE the Boy who never became a man
a cynic you cannot act
not should you try
Do not fear the tears
She will be there to dry your eyes