[Chapter VI]

“Oh no, not again�

One day I came to a trembling shadow
Beneath my eyes he seemed to smile
Then wouldn't you know, an arm came up
and grabbed a hold of my little wrist
The arm was old,
and there seemed to be something all too familiar about this

Then I recalled a voice saying “don't be afraid,
the day will come when you don't recognize your very own face
but you can't let it go,
you must give it away,
and it's on your own shoulders that this burden must be placed�

“Little boy you will grow old�
“If I'm lucky, so I'm told�
“Are you afraid to let go?�
“It's beautiful how little you know
“Actually, I've been holding something I've been meaning to give to you,
because it's your turn to know who you are
and where I am, so I can forget you�
“Little boy what's this you say?
You act as if you've known of this day
and why do I remember your face?�
I said, “Now I know I can never truly leave this place
I'm sorry that I must do this to you
But you asked,
and so you have now chosen to be the boy you hold for a while
So look harder at me into my eye�

Then I heard him cry “oh no�

[Chapter VII]