Waitama The Scrapbook

The Scrapbook

Inside this scrapbook

are picture’s that have never been drawn

never been seen

never been thought

They're hiding

They won’t come out in daylight

they can hear us  

we can't hear them

They will wake up

deep into the night,

they won’t come out for joy,

for people, or for peace

When the sun is up

they will stay hiding within the page

will they ever come out

will they ever be seen

are they still there,

Would I be it ,

act it, love it.

   

Maybe there aren’t many

it could be only one picture

and it’s all we need to show

inside this big scrapbook

every Scrapbook in the world

is like this