lost soul
The world is a heartless place
cold, evil, menacing, and destructive.
Too walk alone is to be hurt,
but to walk alone is to be strong.
Never the time taken to speak
to the lost soul full of anger and pain.
noone thought the day would come,
that the pain would be to much
the anger would build,
the lies never seen
untill he found his answer and dissapeared.
They found him in the wild
hed had a colt in one hand
a picture in the other.
Now everyone talks
everyone wishes they would have talked
to this lost soul,
but noone did
now he looks down from heaven
and sees everyone talking
speaking with other lost souls
hopeing that they will find a friend
a lost soul they can help
to cope with thier pain
so they dont end up as the first lost soul.
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