Reflections
I look through the old glass and see a lit pyre Dreams and love and trust burning away in the fire The flames crackle loud and he lets out a long sigh Is what I hear just relief or a distant cry? The burning love and trust, let out a sudden loud shriek, He just couldn't control, the tears that ran down his cheek I look through the old glass and see a boy in his red kit Playing the beautiful game with a heart that says "I'd never quit"! The time he spends with the game, his mind is without worry Playing and cheering with his friends and always making merry "I've loved it all my life" he says "a game that is so divine" "And I'd never ever find a more perfect valentine!" I look through the old glass and see the pyre has almost died I find his family and friends with their support alongside The love has been lost and he is hurt to the core The backing of his kin is wat pushes him for more Like a phoenix from the ashes he promises h