18 July 2012
A little boy sat on the sill Dreaming his days away Longing for the summer sun So he could finally play
Beside him lay a well worn toy A much loved wooden plane But all he could do was sit and watch Water trickling down the pane
He hoped to be a pilot some day Wished with all his might That he could have the daring To triumph in dogfights
Of course he could not practise Not in the house at least It was far too loud for dear mother So all his training ceased
So he pined for the long lost sun When if he ran fast enough He could feel the wind in his hair Flying wasn't so tough
You just shut your eyes and dream Let your imagination loose Don't let it bring you down to earth Never sign that truce
At that age you still can hope In your heart you can still believe You don't know how hard life can be For lost chances you don't grieve
Oblivious to this was our little boy He just looked out through the rain Waiting for when the sun would come To grace his game again.
I.Sparrow
Dreams Of A Boy • Opuss № I