Temple


The lonely boy,
Who hides himself
From those who love him
And try to help.

He wishes to forget
And make the world stop
To go back in time
To change the clock.

For a final moment of bliss,
The faint feeling of love.
Falling apart at the seams,
Hoping for a sign, from the empty sky above.

Patience is his key,
To give his best,
And nothing less,
Is all he's ever known.

Begging for a break,
Fearing to be lost,
His voice is just a whisper,
So very soft

He is here,
He is kind,
He is a temple,
By his own design.

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