In the empty room where thy body rests
A tiny hand tried to reach for the boundless sky, looking for a light to follow
But thy depression chains made his spirit lie
Tiny crucibles of pain then followed, not leaving a trace
The spirit of the boy remains at rest, with wounds all over his chest
He sat under the sight of the starless night
With fate out of it's sight, yet he kept walking forward
With fragile wings and shattered dreams,
He reached for stars in muted streams.
Each attempt to rise, met with a sigh,
For his soul was clouded, his heart awry.
