Music flooded my ears
as a sight filled my eyes
A boy lay lovingly
a boy lay arise
bones, blood, skin, and flesh
all lay in
a vessel of which holds no soul
no soul within
speeches for that person
tears on the face
flowers on the box
the boy lost the race
what a good man
they all thought he'd be
little marcher boy
at only 13
a marcher, a teacher
a knight, a king
he wanted it all
a family to be
lower and lower
the boy went
into a hole
where no one knew what he meant
when the boy was alive
no one listened
bullied, beaten and left for dead
no one listened
not a chance at life
without hate
not a chance at all
they weren't late
and here I stand
ready to lift
the little marcher boy
off to bliss
~ghostgirl3012~
