The lonely boy


There once was a boy who lived in the woods,
He liked to frolic and play as much
as he could,

The meadow grows the winter waits,
He cries and cries about the date;
The time to go is near
The weeping Sorrows of
the boy and his fears ,

He closes his eyes hoping to wake
In a new world full of no mistakes,
He was finally happy until
he had awoken from this
creation like state,

The time to go it’s finally here he
would never see the summer pier;
As the night goes dark in the
clouds turn gray the boy
hides in runaway

Only to find out he can never escape
He excepts his one and only true fate,
From afar lands and withered seas
The boys destiny is finally complete;

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