A Small Boy And A Grey Heaven

I turn inside of myself - look back into my past -
Into nothing - the best time in life - barely present
I wish i could go back - tell that nice little boy
To be stronger - to be brave - bu i can't
He had his chance
I burn - scream - i despair on these thoughts of
The past - i realize that i had barely lived
But just existed - it's too late now
And my thoughts feed on this grief - the grief
Creates tears that burn my skin
Unable to ease the pain - i float in hoplessness
For the time is gone and the boy is a man now
The end - a beginning for everything flows and
We live to change - live to learn
The future's still open and to be lived like
The past has been wasted - with hope in my
Heart i look forward.