Why? ©1995 Richard March From a window stories high He’s swinging ‘round outside Wishing he could fly Painting pictures of his dreams Like doorways beckon me Be brave and use your key He gets tired of the fight Drinking dims the light That keeps him up at night You wear the Joker’s ring A masquerading king Terr, your animal’s been found Your tribe needs you around A lion stands his ground Singing songs since she could stand A crayon in each hand The stage at her command Youngest daughter of the three And everyone agreed She’d surely catch her dreams Much too young to understand He let go of her hand A boy dressed as a man Beneath her beggar’s clothes She hides a holy robe Though you put it on a shelf The children see your wealth And beg you share yourself Bright comet fly As you streak across the starry skies Dazzling the dullest eyes Hey, chosen one You must play the hand that fate has dealt Hiding not your hero’s belt Warrior of light Won’t you fight until the truth is won Painting what’s behind the sun Singing ‘till your song is done You are not the only one And I, I will be with you You will see this through Boy, who in the mirror stands Staring at a man Offers him his hand Though much younger I than you No longer fit these shoes It’s time along you move Comes a day for letting go Forever holding on A child never grows So many had a hand In helping you to stand Now, it’s you who make the call The view is up to you A window or a wall Yes, I, I will be with you We will see this through.