Birth – 3 years old
Welcome darling boy, a body is born
Made to love, made from thorns,
A blank canvas, a rainbow glows
A father’s love, cold as snow
Masked in your light
As your soul takes flight
Paint your life, paint your dreams
Paint the rainbow colour scheme
Speak darling boy, the world still ages
Silence speaks, silence rages
Your Crayons of love express the talking
Ignore the eyes of constant balking
Let it beam through your hands
Judging eyes don’t understand
Draw it yellow, draw it blue
Draw whatever in your heart feels true
4-8 years old
Hush darling boy, the world still spins
Listen to your voice within
Mask your love with colourful poise
Let it speak volumes to drown out the noise
Hold your brush, canvas high
Paint away, let colours fly
Worry not your father’s hate
Soon it will dissipate
Hush darling boy, all is well in this world
Mamas tears, are made of pearls
Three hearts break on this night,
One is strong enough to fight
Lions roar, the colour grey
Please forgive me, that I pray
Some day you will come to see
What it was, that I could not be
9-12 years old
WHAT IS IT BOY? The world still spins yet mine does not
Your mother left us here to rot
Soul less lives reside right here
Might as well, give in to fear
Hell breathes fire, this life that we live
I have nothing in me, nothing to give
Paint it black, Paint it red
Paint it for the day of the dead
WHAT IS IT BOY? My world is full of whisky and wine
How about you pass me another bottle of time?
This world is full of anger and hurt
We all end up just like dust and dirt
Brace yourself, this wine commands
I smite you with my own bare hands
Feel my wrath, feel my roar
From here on in, you’ll no longer soar.
13-15 years old
What’s your name boy? Where’s your mother boy?
This game of life is not a ploy
Your words unspoken, puzzles us
Your eyes misplacing in our trust
Your canvas baring abstract lines
Of faces we cannot define
Your Fathers bones will be laid to rest
As morning leaves, and the sunrise sets
What’s your name boy? There’s nothing to fear
Life is waiting, flush out those tears
Silence speaks a thousand words
Take your time, you will be heard
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