Tony's Room


Upon the hill, beneath the snow
Tin soldiers stand against their foes
a pinwheel spins, a brown bear rows
Across the lake "we'll never know"
To Tony's room.

In Tony's room the walls divide
The depth of space, the bounds of time
A floor of earth, a bed of pine
A granite hearth that helps you find
Tony's room.

In Tony's room his father kneels
He sees himself behind the wheel
The blinding lights, the twisting steel
A broken heart he prays will heal
In Tony's room.

In Tony's room his mother keeps
His toys in place within his reach.
The guilt she bears may never sleep
She prays the Lord her soul to keep
In Tony's room.

In Tony's room our children wait
For cards they're dealt by hands of fate
We give them life but can't create
A life for them that life can't take
To Tony's room.


(c) 1997 Paul A. Krause