Cameo Appearance Boy.

Life is a river I can not swim,
The children who play there master sin,
To stay on this side is too fade away,
To cross to the other you must fight the fray,
And the beast of inside and other-side slay,
To the cross the river that’s the only way.

I walk through the streets humming a song,
My aching feet as I stumble along,
Tired am I,
Alone am I,
Lost am I,
I know no one at all,
The name I have, I shout in call.

Cameo-Appearance-Boy makes a cameo appearance in my mind.

Upon cold cobblestone
I so quiet walk alone,
I cry my heart in somber tear
Wishing that my love were there.
Sad little beast I am
Searching madly to find the man,
Who stole away my true love's heart
And make him from this realm depart.

Not that I could be bitter
My emotions are higher, fitter.
Indulgent am I,
Confused am I,
Sad am I,
I know no one at all,
The name I have, I shout in call.

Cameo-Appearance-Boy makes a cameo appearance in my mind.

© Matthew Robertson
2 November 1998

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