Little boy within the rain,
Endlessly crying out his shame.
Trying to fit into this cold life,
Coming up with nothing but pain and strife.
No one cares to see whats truly inside,
Poor little boy forced to hide.
This world shows no love,
Breaking the boys innocence as pure as a dove.
Soon the pain begins to grow,
And through his heart it begins to show.
Now hes as cruel as the world he grew up in,
Living his life composed of nothing but sin.
Someone should have cared to try,
Another good soul has died.
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