Tears of a Forsaken Orphan

In the night within the silent darkness Cried a fallen angel, From the waves of the wind soaring from afar There he rose from the ground below; hopelessly. Known to him was only pain, As he came from beyond the borders of sadness Still dared fear, thence uttering of patience, He became the sole beneficiary of his faith, Carrying his dreams on his dropped shoulders Evidently, his were the tears of a forsaken orphan. He derived from a land of broken dreams Riding on the horns of hopes all demised Hoping to be a trustee of your ears As he fears your heart already despises him Unknown to thee, has he a strength greater for his frame Thus he refused to carry himself pitifully Through the strife he dragged his feet And lonely cold nights hardened his skin So you listen to these eastern winds blow, and hear the echo, Of those distant cries as he sheds tears of a forsaken orphan. Deprived as he is; the protector of his dreams He who isn't here to live for centuries Just a mark of his own is all he needs A stain of good fortune that he seek to leave In the memories of those who follow him Spoken in tones. notes on a board Nay! not his name in shining lights He beseeches you for a silent place to weep Those sentiments in his head, in tones that might not soothe For they will be the last tears of a forsaken orphan.