child of the night

your eyes are hazel holes of sadness; your mouth faint with the smiles of yesterday
you're but 16 yet the lines in your forehead tell me age means nothing. i'm sitting with you on your patch of the globe
trying to understand crying to help you stand again in this place of patched-up sorrows, dying to help you see there's a beautiful land waiting beyond the clouds.
once the veil is ripped, you catch a glimpse of eternity and the smiles of yesterday become today's and you weep knowing the sun will soon rise on your dark little island of pain.