This young boy's life,
Filled with tribulations;
He survives with a pure soul,
And a heart of abnegation.
His shattered spirit cried,
But that was just it,
Don't seize, don't mind at all,
A new beginning will finally hit.
Oh, what a fragile thing,
Both life and soul can be,
Even the best and worthy ones,
Had both misery and difficulty.
All it takes is a single touch,
The medium affected will arise,
He had the power to make things fly,
Like a balloon, it signifies.
The most fun thing about it,
He could hitch a ride,
And soar so high,
His bonds on earth untied.
Desperate to see, desperate to have,
He would this for one reason why,
With no doubts, he grasp the boulder,
Having nostalgia he can't confine.
As he drifts into the sky above,
His problems and worries were gone,
The scorching sun smiled at him,
Time has come, the arrival of dawn.
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