the road is long and filled with fake love
and the sun answered
my tears with a reflection
off the waters that came
from its sky
and the child in him
saw the future of the
man whose eyes were
(only) made to cry
and the burden of expectation
took away his drive to
move on from his past
and his moments of doubt
and the snow soon
filled his weary cap
to where none returned,
so he cried out!
and the darkness took
up residence in his lifetime
of disappointments that
cruelly made, for him, a home
and while the choirs sang
songs of gladness loud
before his mansion's windows is where he stood alone