Boy

no food, no money, big dreams in his head to the city he must walk, to the city he must get, where the mighty siren calls, calls out below to all, to all, here's your chance to glow...little boy they told him that a mile was all he had to cross, he knew the snow was high and that he was the one at loss, he had no shoes, he had no coat, yet he made up his mind, he said, I can make it that far, I can make it that far a little boy is walking all alone through the cold, barefoot in the snow, yet still proud and still bold, little boy turn around, you’re running after nothing, turn around before it’s too late, while you still have something, take my hand my little friend, and come stay with me, the siren you’re hunting will always be out of reach, what’s the use to suffer for nothing in the end, come on and turn around, come and stay with me my friend, but the boy wouldn’t listen or perhaps he didn’t hear, the storm was really strong and it wasn’t quite too clear, maybe he didn’t see me, because I doubt that he’d ignore, yet whatever it was, he just kept going on....and on, as he parted from my sight and I lost track of him I went back to my house and prayed, things were looking grim, still, I hoped that he would find just what he was looking for yet I knew that what he wanted was but a dream, no more soon the storm quieted down and the winds ceased to blow and I went to search for the boy I knew was lost in the snow and not too far from where I was, I found my little friend frozen, lifeless, and all his dreams, greeted by the end I knelt down beside him and quickly came to understand as my tears melted all the frost from his little hand he had failed in his task to make all his dreams come true after all, all they were was dreams and dreams are merely dreams in truth you heard that siren call, little boy, seems as if it is around the corner now as the siren fades, my little friend, I can’t say I didn’t warn you the world these days, an ugly place, where dreams are merely dreams and those who hunt them mighty fools, who fail to see things, but only the way they seem