A boy in a bubble,
but the bubbles are free
and you are trapped
though your soul,
unbound,
travels the wind
like a song.
You sing in our hearts
with play and laughter
and a perfection
that only imperfection
can convey.
We are in your world
but we do not know your world;
you are in our world
and it makes it
a better place.
No comments:
Post a Comment