THE BOY.......

THE NIGHT IS SILENT AND A BIT DARK
WAT WAS AND WAT IS THE DIFF IS SO STARK

I TRY TO TURN THE PAGE,DRAW A NEW LEAF
STEALING SOMETHING OUT MYSELF LIKE A THIEF

WAT I MISS IS WAT I WANT TO KNO
WHEN I WILL GET OUT OF THIS GUNG HO

TIME PASSED WOUNDS HAVE HEALED
BUT I STILL MISS THE FOOL WHO KNEEL ED

ITS FEELS SO WARM TO WATCH DOWN THE MEMORY LANE
THINK OF THAT BOY WHO WAS INNOCENT AND INSANE

NO ONE WAS WRONG,NO ONE WAS RIGHT
IT WAS TIME WHICH WENT A BIT TIGHT

THE BOY STILL BEMUSES HIMSELF AND HIS THOUGHTS
TRYING TO PICK HIS BELIEFS FROM THE ROT

HE IS STANDING AND ONEDAY WILL WALK AGAIN
AGAIN HE WILL PUSH HIMSELF IN TO THE RAIN
HE HAS TO LIVE SO HE WILL BARE THE PAIN
BUT ONLY TO FIND HER ALL OVER AGAIN AND AGAIN

BROKEN SHATTERD PIECES OF GLASS
HE TRIED TO SEARCH FOR GOLD IN BRASS

WAS HE DOWN ENOUGH TO BE THIS WAY
LIFE CAME TO HIM IN ITS FULL SWAY

STILL THINKING HOW WHY AND WHICH
THOUGHTS WILL BE DERE TILL THE LAST HITCH

LET ME PICK HIM UP,MAKE HIM WALK
SO THAT ONEDAY HE CAN TALK

BROKEN PIECES OF GLASS WONT LOOSE THEIR EDGE
THEY WILL WAIT SILENTLY UNTIL THINGS ARE AT THE HEDGE

LET IT SINK,DEEPER AND DOWN
LET IT SINK,PINK AND BROWN