World thinks that he was raised tough
More stronger than edge of the cliff
Crush him in the dirt, he will rise like a storm
Have an aura brighter than sun,
An eyes with ambition and mind with agression
Powerful to battle alone
Strong Enough to heal their scars
He is brave , accepts the battle even if it is too grave
For them the boy is man....
Little did they know he is a child too
I know a boy,he was tired
His soul was restless
Tears oozing through his heart
I wish I could take his sorrow,and push it beneath the infinity
His silence is too loud as if they wanted to found in the lost crowd
A crust like heart with a velvet mescarp
Let him flow with a wind
Being tough he knows how to be kind !!
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