Prophet

A lonely feeble man
led me by the hand.
He spoke of ancient glory
and hoped I'd understand.

His words were trembling whispers
still I heard it all.
We'd ramble through the stories
Til I heard mother call.

We spent the days together,
and laughed the hours away.
There was so much magic,
in everything he'd say.

A wise man getting wiser,
so it seemed to me.
He taught me to believe,
in what I couldn't see.

My friends were growing weary,
soon they all were gone.
But I had something better,
A trust that lingered on.

My parents called me crazy,
and showered me with rage.
They said I should be playing,
with someone my own age.

One day I was older,
and boys were coming around,
A boy had been lost,
where a man was now found.

The last time we met,
I could sense his pain.
He knew I'd leave,
to grow and to gain.

Though weeping, he was smiling,
and he told me why,
"If I didn't love you,
I could never say good-bye."

I'll always have his memory,
to help me get along.
He took away my worries,
and helped me grow up strong.