I met a young lad,
Who had dreams that aren't as bad.
He had hopes of becoming something,
But he had no courage and no wings.
His world shattered like glass,
His spirit burned away when he was unable to surpass,
His expectations and ambitions.
Bombs were falling, when he was calling,
For someone to be his light, but all he could do was fight.
He was desparate at one point, but didn't have his voice.
Passion and rage that was no longer left.
All that remains was his depressed soul,
That had a black hole.
Sucked everything in, and erased it completely.
Forgetting who he was supposed to be...
