Boy

My father was a giant
In his arms, I could leave the earth behind
My mother held a voice of reassurance
That everything was fine
My memory’s a vault, it plays against me
Selection is the game
It’s been so long since I remember days
When the sun would never fade
Even on cold days
My door’s always open
Where grey is enough light
To colour my world
I’ve a memory
Of a little boy
Who you’d like to meet
He could do anything
I’ve been missing him
Hope he’s been missing me all these years
Someone caught my eye
And I noticed a face I recognize
So good to see you back
Let’s hear your stories
I’d be glad to share you mine
I must say how
It’s so good to see you
Will you stay long
I could use a minute