The Orphan

Story starts, With quite a frown
Lost little boy, In a big time town
Never stops, After days
Long walked path, He lost his way

The streets were dead, A dead end my friend.
No-one around, For himself to fend.
Nothing happened; A boring place.
Oh my god, How it all decayed.

Now he do pray.
To see the colour and not the grey.

You knew he'd lost his way.
Seen day after day.
Roaming the inert street.
With cuts and bruises on his feet.
Screaming for his mum.
Even after the day is done.

Was the answer ever clear?
How could he have escaped from here.
Would he get his wasted days back?
That's if God turned time back.

The streets were dead, A dead end my friend.
No-one around, For himself to fend.
Nothing happened; A boring place.
Oh my god, How it all decayed.

Now he do pray.
To see the colour and not the grey.

You knew he'd lost his way.
Seen day after day.
Roaming the inert street.
With cuts and bruises on his feet.
Screaming for his mum.
Even after the day is done.

Well now the day is done.
And its time for night to come.
Is this where our story ends?
And is this what "The Lord" intends?

Reviews

[[KL]]

A good write..
But you kinda lost it about halfway through, I gotta admit.
Not your best piece, honestly. But still pretty good :)
90/100 ;)