Sepia

The Boy Next Door

 Look at the boy next door
who grow up with no love
only god who can judge
cried in middle nighty pray

can you imagine the sorrow
no love patting the black dog
like a xmas tree without a dove
just a tree in the dead downtown

if just the snowflake would melt
it must be spring then summer
the boy would run out of bunker
where's light shine through the fog

he believe that he doing good
sing along to every echo chambers
break the silence to cheer the vultures
but, he realize there's no song in his head

his heart starts sinking
the god not anymore answering
the wind stop whispering
just winter dry out the tears

slowly he's dying alone
smiling even there's no love
just the black dog and no dove
sitting next to the boy's unmarked gravestone

at least he's smiling
maybe god finally give him love
a thing that he wants
a thing that he deserve