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In a world of orphanages, adoptions centres, foster homes ... one can find love. |
This sand pit is the only world this child has ever known This sand pit is a friendly place where this child plays all alone A bucket, spade, a sand castle. Its a place he calls his own Behind the walls of this orphanage. This is his own true home. Little Boy Blue. His jeans are cuffed and yet he wears no shoes Other children play in groups of six, or fours or even twos. But this little boy who plays alone and keeps to his own views Gives so little and takes much less; for he's nothing left to lose. Under indigo skies, the sand is damp and in it he can see Wondrous things to make and do, it's a place where he is free To dream of places he will go, become the man he wants to be When they open the gates of this orphanage - still; someone has the key. In his dream is a sand castle. Its a home perched on the bay Where trees and flowers are abundant, where birds come out to play Where people aren't there to tell him now; what to do or say Its where he can run, or dream, or stroll, until the close of day. There's a little girl here whose dress is pink, it's left sleeve has been torn She knows the walls, the trees, the sand and has since she was born She walks alone, she has no friends and at six, she's so forlorn A saddened sight, she cries in sleep until the break of dawn. In her heart there lives a dream, and every day it burns A hole into her reveries and in make believe she yearns To stand upon the bridge of time and that someone will discern The love she craves and needs to give with life's lessons to be learned. She watches as the boy in jeans plays without a sound He never talks, he doesn't laugh, his thoughts are freedom bound As he sits within his solitude, sand on him, all around She knows as she approaches him, he'll be the friend she's never found. One afternoon, her arms akimbo, she's in her world of make believe She shares her dreams, her hopes, her thoughts, her private reveries He smiles, he laughs then holds her hand as they walk through autumn leaves He knows she's there, his special friend who can also share his dreams. And slowly, as the years roll by, he bestows his very soul Together they live their lives alone. Together they are whole. Their days are warm with discovery, their nights are never cold And the orphanage gates are now flung wide. They share a common goal. Forced into a world they've never known; with hopes and dreams they flee The only home they've known but now these two are free To go to places, see the world, be where they've never been To do the things they've never done; see things they've never seen. He discovers love anew and for the first time in his life She has much to give him now. She'll be a mother and a wife. He sees her as his past, his future and his golden light She knows that he was meant for her and she knows the time is right. They go to church, upon her finger, he places a wedding band They build a home, a dream for two upon this verdant land. The years have passed them fleetingly amd they walk here hand in hand Their dreams are answered, their hearts are full ... no more castles in the sand. |