Irene Kral
Pieces of Dreams (Little Boy Lost)
Little boy lost in search of little boy foundYou go a wondering, wandering Stumbling, tumbling, round! round!When will you find What's on the tip of your mind?Why are you blind To all you ever wereNever were, really are, nearly are?Little boy false in search of little boy trueWill you ever be done travelingAlways unraveling you, you?Running away could lead you further astrayAnd as for fishing in streams for pieces of dreamsThose pieces will never fit What is the sense of it? Little boy blue, don't let your little sheep roamIt's time ,come blow your horn, meet the mornLook and see, can you be far from home?
From Letras Mania