The Cry So Dark

A child sits at the corner Laying his hands on the ground Staring at the moon so bright Nothing in mind, but sorrow He speaks to the wind, nothing in reply He speaks to the tree, with only howling sounds He speaks to his mind, just haunting thoughts He then speaks to the people, misunderstood Nowhere, nobody, senseless and meaningless That is the life of a boy so complex He cried out loud, but no one is interested He wants to run, he wants to escape He is in chains of the dreadful eyes Worthless beings who compete for life A life so arid; prestige: meaningless in the end There is foolishness in the midst of seriousness Tell something merry and they will ignore They imbibe everything he is not Expect for his best, but he is nothing He fails, he falls down and stumble His feet will always tell him to stand Amidst the rain and cold, he will endeavor To seek his undying love long forgotten The existence of someone that completes his being His search will certainly end Lest the last drop of tear falls Lest the sun lose its light, the stars stop shining In the midst of the crowd, he smiles