Looking through the stained glass
He may see him in his dark corner
Peeping through the curtain
Being a prisoner of his own mind
Lost in a the thick forest
Fearing the beasts and their pecking line
When even friends cross over the line
He admits defeat with his teary eye
A wave and a hello, to his surprise
A kind soul with a smile like sun rise
Doesn’t he see the ugliness inside?
How can he smile at his sunken eyes?
His grateful heart wants to cry
Seeing a father’s love in loving kind eyes
– Nim –
