They

Why can't they see what troubles me? Why don't they understand? I'm just a boy with tears of joy. That's who I really am. There was a time I did not mind, what they thought of me. I made my plans and took a stand. then prayed on bended knee. Sometimes I cry I know I 'll die. I 'll never know just when. I can't control what fate may hold, what happens in the end. With purpose clear, I 'll show no fear and reap the seeds I sow. I 'll lie my head upon my bed in one last final role. When years have passed; through looking glass, then they will understand. The times of test are layed to rest for the boy inside the man.