Blue Boy


Baby blue, peacock blue all a measure of life
This obsession, analysing of its meaning.
its held, its true to heal ones heart
Broken like glass, trying to familiarize its self with the whole
An aura of healing penetrating with an arctic chill
Awakening a world within
Letting emotion and guilt flow outward to be clean again
Cradled in the knowledge of progress
Hopes turn to vivid dreams
Silhouette the past to reveal our souls' need
As the sky births blue: We look up! Eyes fixed on the location we forget truth
Though remembering this I often see: That reflection of what use to be Blue Boy, Blue Boy,Blue Boy
Without Hope or Dreams