A little boy filled with fear
Prays to God for his life dear
The cold sets in
He’s not alone
And in his eyes
The truth is shown
Has he been gifted with a sense
That shall deprive him of all sense?
Perhaps the gift is but a curse
A malady that could get worse
A mother cries in disbelief —
Her life devoid of all but grief —
Her son’s been branded weird and ‘freak’;
Her will is strong, her heart is weak
The late departed never did;
They stayed behind, they played and hid
To make amends for what went wrong
And close the circle they had drawn
The man has passed his insight on,
The boy, redeemed, will rise at dawn
And as the wedding ring falls down
The man departs without a sound
Inspired by the movie ‘The Sixth Sense’ (1999)