When despair sets in, his world grinds to a halt. How can I lift him? When life looks so grim, what can I say? Simply, to gladden his day. Words fail me. There is, in me, no spark.
Toys, do they help to pass the time away? Or do you get annoyed when kids get their way? The blaring horns. The clash of cymbals. The mass of toy soldiers. The cries and giggles.