Post by Seawhisker on Feb 7, 2013 2:03:13 GMT
This is to the boy who's nightmare never ends,
His world has always been hanging by a thread,
Balanced by only two.
But sometimes he thinks
When he awakes from sour dreams,
Crying out his mother's name,
Still unable to forget events from three years ago,
He wonders what's really at stake,
His life,
Or something much more dear?
To the girl who lived in a tower,
Separated from reality by a mysterious town,
Where each day she wakes up,
And realizes her friends are nothing more than machines,
Programmed to help her,
When all she wants,
Is that top-hatted knight,
Promised for her so long ago.
To the man or boy, take your pick,
Whose parents perished in a mishap that could've been easily prevented,
He turned his sorrow into blame and rage,
Directing it all at professionals twice his age.
"You can't do anything, you mere boy!"
His insides were poisoned,
By something much worse than alcohol or smoke,
And now he's known,
As a twelve-year-old terrorist trapped in an adult's body.
To the lass whose hopes were crushed,
When she thought her illness was too much of a burden,
For her poor old father,
Or he who jumped off a cliff.
She believed she was indeed,
Truly a witch,
Nobody wants her,
She cries and hides,
"This is too much stress!
I'm only ten!"
To the brave woman who knew her fate,
Who had enough wisdom to last for days,
She didn't want to go,
Ten years ago,
Without the knowledge that this good-bye,
A few simple words to her beloved,
Would be the last.
To the fellow who hid his pain,
For the sake of his friends,
And his own well-being.
He pretends like nothing is wrong,
No, what are you saying?
His sweetheart and best friend aren't gone,
They're just pushed back,
Out of the way,
Into the deepest parts of this fellow's mind.
To the many others who will suffer the same,
But will get over it with age,
Maybe they will be thankful for these events,
Because,
After all,
It's just the extra step,
Each gentleman must take.
His world has always been hanging by a thread,
Balanced by only two.
But sometimes he thinks
When he awakes from sour dreams,
Crying out his mother's name,
Still unable to forget events from three years ago,
He wonders what's really at stake,
His life,
Or something much more dear?
To the girl who lived in a tower,
Separated from reality by a mysterious town,
Where each day she wakes up,
And realizes her friends are nothing more than machines,
Programmed to help her,
When all she wants,
Is that top-hatted knight,
Promised for her so long ago.
To the man or boy, take your pick,
Whose parents perished in a mishap that could've been easily prevented,
He turned his sorrow into blame and rage,
Directing it all at professionals twice his age.
"You can't do anything, you mere boy!"
His insides were poisoned,
By something much worse than alcohol or smoke,
And now he's known,
As a twelve-year-old terrorist trapped in an adult's body.
To the lass whose hopes were crushed,
When she thought her illness was too much of a burden,
For her poor old father,
Or he who jumped off a cliff.
She believed she was indeed,
Truly a witch,
Nobody wants her,
She cries and hides,
"This is too much stress!
I'm only ten!"
To the brave woman who knew her fate,
Who had enough wisdom to last for days,
She didn't want to go,
Ten years ago,
Without the knowledge that this good-bye,
A few simple words to her beloved,
Would be the last.
To the fellow who hid his pain,
For the sake of his friends,
And his own well-being.
He pretends like nothing is wrong,
No, what are you saying?
His sweetheart and best friend aren't gone,
They're just pushed back,
Out of the way,
Into the deepest parts of this fellow's mind.
To the many others who will suffer the same,
But will get over it with age,
Maybe they will be thankful for these events,
Because,
After all,
It's just the extra step,
Each gentleman must take.
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