Once there was a boy
With a beautiful heart
Made of sacrifices and love
Even they suffered a lot
One wing was damaged
As she planted her last seedling
Of the six good siblings
Five days after she planted them
He grow up
Feeling incomplete
The love of a mother
He always seek
He misinterpreted
All the love they give
He drinks jealousies
And eats bitterness
Suffered on his misunderstandings
Grew up as a weakling
He was afraid to tell them
That he wanted a thing
He lived as a loner
On his entire life
His heart always suffer
From the stabbed knife
He always cry
Begging Him to give her back
To give him love
'Cause she is all he had
He felt alone
Every single day
He stays on his room
To reminisce her memories
He wrote and wrote poems
Made in his rooms
He wanted others to inspire
Even if in him it will not transpire
On the last paragraph
Of his life's first page
He unveils what happened
Without minding the after damage
His enemies are enormous
But he is more tremendous
At the end he wanted to be victorious
For the pain sufferers he is notorious
He had some idols
As his northern lights
To give him symbols
For the hope of his life
He chose the right path
As what he believes
He never mind the aftermaths
He just wanted to live
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