Lone Soul


Looking back it all seems like a dream;
A dream that no twelve-year old boy wanted.
Looking back, the streets were ghosted
the skies were crowded in shines.

It did not bother the soul
people or no people it seems no more;
the world gets lonelier when no love is return.
All you receive is the merciless winds,
Merciless pity from old hags,
Nonstop taunt from the "mighty" jokes.

Even now the streets are dark
Darker they get, unable to find the mark.
It was when, hope seem lost.
Among the bright shines
Their mights combine creating kinds?
The kind of path to set way to the stars.

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