Windows

And a little boy dreams,
Afraid of the wide world without.
The little window is but so large.
Rough the others play,
With no quarter to give,
Memories do often fade,
But scant do they forgive!
Those little others,
Together they always have been!
The nature of the cruel, they have seen.
These little games they play,
The littlest feels not the need.
But for a little dust on his knees,
He would pay this price, even with his dreams.

That little window was never so large,
But for his friend within,
A friend he cannot lose,
The one he cannot hide within.