The little boy inside of him
Is craving for that day
When his mother and his father
Watch him as he plays
That day will never happen
Today the boy is a man
Nothing that he does any more
Ever goes to plan
The plan is in his mind
A winding road to nowhere
Right at the begining
No one truly cared
Scared and shakiing
He was always hungry
She often starved him
Craving for some food
And a little heart felt love too
That was the guidence
That this man saw
He was given one soul
One spirit, one body
And the instinct to explore
Never knowing where he was going
He was walking into the world blind
Tripping over his mistakes
This happened all the time
He is still alive
God only knows why
Nothing seems to work
In anything he tries.
By B.R Coster
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