July 6 1998
The Boy To The Man

His soul cries the tears
That his manhood won't reveal.
Inside he fears the little boy,
That shines through the pain
And is helpless and hopeless all at once.

Hard for the little boy,
Harder for the man-who knows what in childhood
Can't be understood.
The impending reality, our time flooded fate.
What will be, will surely be.
What will not, must sit and wait.

Now for the teenager,
Sandwiched between the boy and the man,
Who can't cry his tears; can't speak his mind
And can't be the person he was or is to be.

Time to turn to one
Who can see clear each stage.
Who will let him cry the tears
That must flow at any age.

True feelings don't fade, they just hide.