Just a boy, Just a child,In a place where no one grows up;Young bodies with old minds,Dream and nightmare reign side by side,In a place where no one grows up;A time when darkness shrouded the sun,Vengeance birthed from sea and blood,Many had fallen in the war never won,In a place where no one grows up;When the boy’s heart grieved he became more of a man,When the pirate’s heart hardened with the loss of his hand,One dreadful night everything changed and feuds began,Now the ghosts from their mistakes are tied to this land,In a place where no one grows up;Just a boy, just a child, in appearance it’s true,But children can carry terrible burdens too,For sometimes stopping time doesn’t mean forever youth,Living, forgetting, loving, seething, bearing an all too heavy truth;Just a boy, Just a child,In a place where no one grows up.
~ Emory R. Frie
