so much tragedy
and i cannot cry
the rest of the world
is turning a blind eye
to the one lost kid
crying, and cold
he feels so empty
he’s done what he was told;
done everything right, and done everything more
than the rest of the children
but still he’s left sore,
he’s unrewarded, treading last place
he wonders why life’s not fair
and if he’ll ever keep pace.
he doesn’t want to sacrifice
who he is or what he does
but he wants the world to see him
and give him back just as much love
as he’s given everyone
in everything he does.
the world’s left him in a corner
cold, and all alone
no love left to give, he’s miserable
and looking for a way back home.

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