I met a boy.
He walked these streets with his tiresome feet.
The drama that surrounded him was constantly on repeat, fighting battles that seemed to always end in defeat.
A steady state of mind became hard to keep.
Now he's drinking and smoking himself to sleep.
A lost boy silently screaming for some inner peace, but his problems increased.
Out of the shadows some demons were released, and his innocence was their feast.
Left with a soul that was incomplete, he was now a boy with a missing piece.
I know a boy, I stayed with him 'til sunrise, and during that time I realized the raw emotional conflict he carried inside.
Even tho he tried to mask it with pride, I saw the war in his eyes.
A lost boy in disguise staying out all night to hide away those silent cries that grew from endless love.
I knew a boy...
He was a blessing with a lesson:
"You cannot love away scars that aren't ready to part with a damaged heart."