Moonlight Creek

He plays upon the Moonlight Creek
As pure as once I
A mirror image he tries to seek
Though days keep sailing by
To hold the gold he has to try
But unable to understand
Throughout the time he'll sit and cry
No one to hold his hand
Now all alone he must stand
And watch the others play
To find himself a way to land
Through another cold day
Heart fights fierce trying not to stray
The tears run down his cheek
No more words are left to say
Upon the Moonlight Creek...