Round are the eyes of a lonely child
who sits in a corner so meek & mild.
Round are the arms he's never been in
deprived of a love he can't seem to win.
Round is the sun that warms his heart
for only it's warmth, in his life, has a part.
Round is his tiny face, tear-stained & white,
as he stares & wonders -
will he e'er win this fight ?
Round is the palm of the hand that is raised -
Round is the tear that falls to the floor -
Round is the cloud that his soul sits upon -
...his life taken, now he plays on my Savior's
- poet FemmeFatale
"The strongest man in the world is he who stands most alone..." Henrik Ibsen (1826-1906) Norwegian dramatist lyric poet