A face stares from beyond the years,
It was a child’s face I thought I knew.
He looked sad to me,
Locked inside with all his fears,
Beyond the space of many years,
Waiting for a friend to set him free.
In the discordant mist of my memory,
He seemed a great deal like me.
I want to tell him now,
In time, all things will be right somehow;
To share with him what I know,
How the closed doors will open as you grow.
When I reflect back on what I felt then,
With no idea as to what I could be,
I see this face, and I know it is me.