Sketch by nightcharmer

I feel your loneliness,

When you get lost.

I feel your sorrow,

When freedom has a cost.

I know your worry,

Of what growing can be.

I hear you speak,

Though your voice is getting weak.

I hear you sing,

With the music and beat.

I hear you shout,

To get your troubles out.

I see you dance,

Whenever you get a chance.

I hear you whisper,

When no one can hear.

When you are happy,

You laugh out really loud.

When you are sad,

You cry out really bad.

When you need time,

To ponder and whine,

You hide in a corner,

That no one could find.

While I am sorry,

To only let it be.

I still feel your energy

Running within me.

I could only wish,

That youth is always free.

And till that day arrives,

I will treasure thee.