Who has met the boy inside of me?
Wrapped in a suit of muscles
Face with beards sometimes trimed or shaven
Trapped in a maze of hustle
Seeking freedom to live like here is heaven
Who will cry for the boy inside of me?
He spends his days looking for a prize-
The woman he chooses to spend his life with.
Like precious jewel she’s fine in his eyes
Yet she nags him with words sometimes unkind
I met the boy inside of me
In front of the mirror I stood and We spoke.
I need a friend- He said.
To talk with,play with and be free to tell my fears
They look at the man
but can’t see the boy
Not because he’s trapped inside
But for the reason that
Only love looks at the man yet sees the boy