Quietly
by P.J. Sutherland

Quietly the grown man cried
Gentle tears for the boy inside
The lost boy who loved the sea
And his dreams  that could never be

Quietly he shed bitter tears
For all the lost and lonely years
He could not understand his fate
What made the love turn into hate

Quietly his lonely tears fall
As he paces from wall to wall
Once more within a prison cell
Trapped inside his private hell

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