A child cries in a dark street alley,
Most of his friends have gone to bed early,
Not that he's ever had any real ones to play,
Just imaginary pals in his toddler brain,
His mother sadly looks on,
Why does life have to taunt his son?
A harsh day under the raging sun,
And biting cold nights of rain,
She wishes she could shield him from the pain,
Give him a little castle, bouncing or still,
Make him feel like the prince he is,
See him grow up to charm all he sees,
Baffle them with his gentlemanly nature,
But all she goes through now is torture,
The light ever dimming in the aperture,
She wishes his father was there,
Help her with the burden to bear,
But life's sad twists ensured of his departure,
Her child lets out a sharp hue,
Jolting her back to the reality in view,
Racking her mind she wonders what to do,
No solution seems to come to her, no clue,
She no longer has the mettle,
Anytime soon she'll go mental,
For the sake of her son she tries to hold on,
But the reins of her sanity are driving her to exhaustion.
