Little boy, where will you be?
Are you still there?
Are you still me?
Am I you, or are you me?

When I let you out into this World,
It is full of sorrow and pain
He tries to be him but he is put back
Back into his World of silence

He shifts through his pleasures of his gain
In a life littered with pain
The pain is not his though
Why does it remain?

He had no concept of who he could be
So he lives his life from what he has seen
His pain lives on through all of his years
Nobody to save him from all of his tears

He was always a good boy
Who nobody fears
A single boys life
A life borne on tears

Is his life meant to be this way?

Probably

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Whoever stole the Sun, put it back and we'll drop all the charges!