I grow up in darkness, all alone each day
A lost little boy, afraid to find my way
It is not easy, these formative years
I cry out for help, but no one hears.
Used to be different, I've heard it said
Kissed on the cheek and tucked into bed
I try to remember those days gone past
Knowing that memories never last
What did I do to make them change
Why do they always act so strange
They could love me again, if only they tried
And I could stop this crying inside.
John B. Caddell 10/21/94
