A scrawny boy, the age of seven,
looks out to see the playground,
To see children having fun,
Playing a game in which they call The King of Heaven.
He looks away,
Tears are forming in his eyes,
The tears of loneliness,
The tears that are O so familiar to him.
For the boy has never had a friend,
All his life he was alone,
Not smart enough for the others,
Not fast enough in gym,
Was the boy they called Ben.
The boy, Ben, started to wish,
He wished that he was invisible,
Until he realized that he WAS invisible,
Invisible to the world.
He was as invisible as a stray dog,
Wounded though the dog may be,
he is trying to survive,
The howls unheard by the world,
None would be his Savior,
To put him out of his pain,
That was to be the boy's life,
If something didn't change.
Then Ben came up with an idea,
If he did something brave,
Just once in his life,
Then maybe he could have a friend.
So Ben told the kids,
to meet him at midnight,
Outside the old Miller house,
And he would ring the doorbell.
Midnight arrives as dark clouds roll in,
Thunder starts to yell,
Lighting gives off blinding flashes,
Then a single scream breaks the silence of the children,
It came from inside the house.
Ben starts up the sidewalk to the door,
O how long the walk is to that old door,
Then suddenly a flash of lighting lights up the house,
Dogs start to howl,
Ben stops in his tracks,
His legs wont move anymore.
He looks back,
The kids shoo him on,
He swallows and starts to move,
Thinking of the courage he lacks.
He rings the bell,
and holds his breath,
Waiting to see what will happen.
A lone dog howls,
Then silence as Ben grows frightened.
A minute has past,
It seems like more,
But none was there.
He walks back to the disappointed crowd,
Ben looks around for a friend.
Then a single cheer so loud that it blocked out the thunder, Emerged from within the group of kids.
AS the crowd moves and Ben knows who he is facing.
