(c) E.P. Robles

LITTLE child come inside
the cold will freeze you
and your soul will turn
to that ice that burns

but mama what’s inside
is worse than the cold
what’s inside will kill
my tender little soul

so i walk the sidewalks
and my tears melt ice
and my soul a little boy

loneliness is a pain
that follows sorrow
and i pray for tomorrows

let burn my swollen tears
inside a wintry life
and what i see i cry
and what sounds — kill me

oh i am just a boy
but my soul so ancient
and the wrinkles smile
they say oh lonely one

time alone is good
it heals the heart
and you are never alone
your angel walks with you

:: 04-04-2014 ::