My tears

The shadow swallows the light,
In my room,
In my heart,
Nobody will hear me cry,
See my tears or wonder why.
And even when I'm getting older,
the age when nothing seems right,
I grap my little teddybear and hold him through the night,
to this place, long ago,
where dreams would never end,
where children were children.
Still the child in me proclaims,
you're never to old for a teddybear
when tears are in your eyes