Child Eyes
Along the road, a figure walks
Keen to witches' eyes
Though when this feeble child comes near
He hears their mournful cries
So young, though not a child
No laughter in his play
His eyes were once so brilliant
Though now a foggy gray
He brings with him the pity
Of the warrior and the fiend
And each have tried their hardest
To fulfill this child's dreams
To play as others his own age
Who've stopped to stare his way
To laugh with other children
Who have run inside this day
An aura melencholy
Surrounds this sorry soul
But who is there to mend this child
Only he does know.