He rids his heart of all the gunk
His feet went in a sticky puddle
They look down on a little punk
His face and hands are found to cuddleChilling breeze runs through his hair
Sending creeps rush down the spine
Their words shouted sound unfair
His water eyes are shut no signHe can see the breath nearby
Hearing footsteps creaking loud
This time he will say good bye
They seem week for he is proudHaving loved is strength once given
There is never better nor yet worse
Unspoken harms are now forgiven
He's gone forever with his curseHe was once a little boy
Never grew to have his own
His lonely quest to give out joy
Left in vain but not unknown
