He was lost in a sea of nasty temptations.
Trapped in a room with booze and bad reputations.
But he wasn't there for conversations.
No, he was just lonely and sad,
Not that he would admit it,
Ashamed and full of hate for what he did.
Lost everything and was just ready to call it quits.
Too young to be out this late.
But, no one was home, he was alone.
Walked all the way here with no coat
Where his mom was, who knows.
Just a lost soul looking for a place to be lost.
Praying, hoping to be found.
Wishing to be found before they all fall down.
Just a soul praying to fly before they are tethered to the ground.
