He was the kind of boy,
Walking down a river,
Staring at the clouds along,
Born in a flower, what could he have done ?
No more smile on his face,
It had been replaced by a sad expression.
So he'd run, run, run away from home,
He'd just scream and shout and let it all out,
As no one would ever listen to his cries,
Cracks in his voice and, so in his head
His pale blue eye, began to die
Keep smiling,
Voices told him,
But he would never, ever, be the same.
He used to chase down the stars, and soon he became one,
His tears had brought him, straight to the skies,
Hopeless and depressed he gave up the fights :
An angel like him could just fly to the heights...
So he ran, ran, ran away from home,
He just screamed, shouted and let it all out,
As no one, never, listened to his cries,
No need to see and no more to say
He opened his wings and flew to the air
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