A Boy Turned Out To Be Me! Poem by Paolo Mikel Moro

Dead flowers, lonely nights and silent air
It's always been the world he knew with despair
Just like the melody behind that door
that He could not open and ask for more.

He grew up with nothing but fallen tears
unguided life and many fears
There are times that he shouted for a helping hand
wishing someone could hear for he no longer can stand.

There are times when he thought it was the end
no one was there to see him, no family, no friend
He never thought that the world is also filled with beauty
Coz' all his life he felt nothing but pain and misery

Like the old song that he used to sing and hear
the feeling of love and acceptance that he wanted so dear
There's always been a simple wish in the heart of a pathetic boy
is to be loved one day and to feel gladness and joy.