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Dedicated to Alex

Little Boy



Little boy with a bowed head
who put you to shame?
You, who should be so alive
Not a shadow without any aim
What made the glint in your eye
turn into a fading flame?
Who took your childhood away
changed you into what you became?




Little boy with a bowed head
with dying eyes filled with tears
Someone stole the life from you
Ruined so many years
Your memories should be a treasure
but they are characterized by fears
Keep your chin up, little one
Let me shed those precious tears




Little boy with a bowed head
I know there is no trust anymore
You will learn to fly again
But your wings are wounded and sore
You have been in deep waters
Let me guide you ashore
You must understand the past
is nothing you are responsible for




Little boy with a bowed head
Show me those beautiful blue
Look deep into my soul
Consider my belief in you
You are innocence itself
Pure through and through
My guidance will help you survive
Believe me, you will do




Little boy with a bowed head
Lift your head and hold it high
Let yourself see the rainbow
Let the sun reflect in your eye
Let this new breeze of Spring
dry the tears that you cry
Little boy, take my hand
let yourself see the sky.








To Alex

I have dedicated this poem to an extraordinary and very special young man, Alex.
He has touched me very deeply and it is a great honour for me to get to know him.
Please, visit his excellent site Innocence Lost by clicking the name. He has done
a great job by helping others in the same situation as his. You are an angel without
wings, Alex, and you opened my eyes in more ways than one.

Many warm hugs to you from me

Eva-Lena



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Music: Mist on the water by David Folsom
Thank you, dear David, for the permission to use this melody

Painting (top): Albert's son by Andrew Wyeth 1959
Painting (Guestbook): Goin’ Fishin by Tom Sierak

Poem: Copyright Eva-Lena Nylen © All Rights Reserved