Childhood

In my room of walls of dreams
A little one stands
Looking through the window
With curiosity

A world so vast
Just steps away
Yet far as distant lands

Oh, the Sun beckons, the wind calls
But I never felt the kids around me
A prisoner of hallways, not of my own accord
A heart that sings for freedom, a silent, unseen chord

Toys, books and computer
Are my companions
In the quiet of my chamber, I imagine and create
The laughter of the children, playing outside
A melody unheard, as I learn to wait

I paints my dreams on ceilings
In hues of what maybe
A life beyond these four walls, a spirit free to flee
One day he'll step beyond the threshold, into life's grand spree
And embrace the world that waited, patiently, for him

Oh, the Sun beckons, the wind calls
In my grown youth
And I'll finally feel the rain that falls
I'm no longer just a dreamer within my fortress board