Should I be sad,
When he walks by?
That grin on his face,
That laughing sigh.
His curious eyes,
Still hold the truth.
He seems to be lost,
Somewhere in his youth.
I want to reach out,
Hold a hand out to help.
Give him a reason,
Not to let his life melt.
Maybe I am crazy,
With unreasonable dreams.
he could live so much better,
Or at least that it seems.
He’s lost in a world,
Where moms bake cherry pie.
And the birds always sing,
As they soar way up high.

 
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