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little boy --
so angry inside
hits himself
starts to cry
because no one understands him

Younger man
thoughts of what he can do
his life still pretty new
Goes away, starts a life
comes back, decides to take a wife
goes to school, becoming what hes' not
he's forgot
what's his passion for,
and sense and spirit exit the back door

This man's
World crashes down,
feels really lost
nothing is what it seemed
all the dreams -- and he never had none
Cry's out, lashes out, drowns himself in sorrow
poision and smoke.

Now there's a little boy
left wondering where he fits
why nothing went as planned
why some can be so content
while others get their dream
become part of this machine
that we shouldn't desire to be a part of anyways

How do I comfort him?
How do I be an understanding friend?
Show him theres hope?
Help him beleive in his dreams, himself, this life?
And still hold onto my little light?