The Lost Boy's Laugh.
out of many;
of few thousands.
The sad distorted
voices of poverty
beneath the bridge, where many
rest their heavy head like a stone.
I, I'm the hope, it cope' and elope
with the p e a c e that is lost across de-coast.
I'm, the cacophony of strange voices,
The rhythmic pain of homely orphans.
I am, the sad voices of rich beggars,
that mourn on plaintive rhythmic voice 'n' hymn.
I'm, the long lost boy with cozy nightmare,
The despondent hopeful boy. How long amile,
how far is home from Rome? Tell me, where's home?
Where the bat sing in grim cackle voices,
Where I could eat a bag of rice wh'n famished,
Home is now a toothpick, a sweet poison,
But I'm lost to a crazy world, where my
silent voice shakes the planet, but they say,
They said to me, they said and said and asked;
'who are you?' And I laugh the lost boy's laugh;
I laugh with tears which ears had bore round years.
"words from the innocent mind"