Have you seen that little boy, the one that’s only three?
Have you found him tell me please, for he belongs to me.
I search this land and back again, in time along the road
I thought he was attached to me, and walked the path I strode
But every night is empty, as I search for his tiny face
And each morning as I wake up, I see the tear stained trace.
Somewhere in life’s big Nightmare, His innocence was lost
A Mother’s love is missing, as into life he’s tossed.
The memories of childhood, was snatched and torn apart
The day that War came and stole that young boy’s heart.
For a Soldier he was made, and to battle he did go
And now his dreams are echoed, in empty nights of woe.
He searches for that moment before the smoke did rise
And prays that the morning will bring its long lost prize
That place of peace and forgiveness, of all that war does bring
As he reaches for that bottle, as the early bird does sing.
He wants to forget that soldier and deeds of War and Gun
And find that long lost youngster, and see that Yellow Sun.
And so he fills his Wake time, with words of Love and Dreams
For nothing in this world, is ever what it seems
He wants to find his sweetheart that held his heart so tight
He wants to close his eyes, as the memories he does fight.
Of a Love of tender passion, and a spell of happiness
When around him Hell was breaking, he found such tenderness.
And so he walks the trail.. with head bent in deep thought
As he searches for that Boy, whose memories are naught.
But one day he will find him, as to the stars he’ll gaze
Memories of a childhood .. and the bad they’ll be erase.
Dedicated to a Dear Friend