Poor Boy

Reading your book, I can’t put it down

All you achieved despite your sickness

Your sombre tones, your pure melody

Share my pensive melancholy

Feeling low, ‘feel I’ll fall if I follow you down there

Poor Boy I know how the disconnection can grow

Simple and short, I don’t think I could

ever write so eloquently

The moon and the stars, the sea and the sky

Do you see them now you can fly?

‘Been feeling low but I will not fall if I follow you down there

Poor Boy I find your sweet songs give me fleeting peace of mind