Son

Twisted words out of crooked mouths
a heart completely lost
In his mind he came for help
tormented by his thoughts
Will he never laugh and smile
his loins will they not sing
his quiver is full
but tomorrow holds nothing dear
empty rooms where peace once lived
A child's laughter against a vast unknown
echoing off the moutain top
Sounds of piano drums and lyre
amidst the waterfall
so deep he goes into the rock
it hardens like his heart
the silent sound of nothing said
his lips won't even part