This child in us, with childlike trust
Woke up to a world willing to share
Will we be allowed to find what's us?
Will this world that greets us truly care
Will what's out there know who's in here
Do we do the unthinkable and let them in
May stand here for now, look out from here
Would they deserve our affection if we let them in
Then, this cogitative mind of yours and mine
On days like this, whence from behind clouds, a sun would shine
Reminding us of a life out there, we'll find
When, with time, we leave this room of yours and mine
The window of our youth our lives reminds us
The joys, the tears, the way we live our years
What did we live for whence we placed our trust?
Were we willing to embrace it by facing our fears?
Will a world out there even care what's housed in here
Whence from this room, we look outside, with a dreamy stare
The inviting light outside, not as that inside
Shines a path to leave this space from which we no longer hide
Chris G Peters were born on the most southerly gem in the necklace of islands spanning the Caribbean Sea. Here where the sun shines differently and set as though kissing the horizon, where coral reefs blooms, surf greets the sand, musical rendition of waves pounding the shore. A salty mist is in the air and the verdant beauty of nature abounds everywhere. Learn more.