For I never was a real boy

Sun, 07/09/2017 - 23:40 -- Shiwolf

A dream to be
A dream to see
A real boy I was
but never to achieve.
A far off cry
In to the night
But no one was around
to put up a fight.
There is no magic
And there is no tricks
For I will never be more
Than just a pile of sticks.

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