His Own Little World

He sits alone in his own little world
A word never spoken, not ever a sound
In his own little world, he goes far away,
To travel the world, day after day.
I long to hear the sound of his voice
To hear him cry, some kind of noise
I look in his eyes, at that empty stare
The pain in my heart I just can't bare
I speak to him, yet no response
I need to hear his voice, just once
Then one day, his voice I heard
I love you, Mommy-he spoke his first words.

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