The Runaway Orphan​

Sitting in the rain so cold,

Hopes have flown away so old.

Wandering on these streets at night,

Filled with emptiness and so much fright.

We’d be together, it was set in stone.

But now I wander, skin and bone,

I lye here now, with tear filled eyes,

Hating hatred and all these lies.

Letters sent that were never mine,

I thought it was another sign,

But every sign so far just seems to be,

Another pointless thing to read,

And thousands of homes it seems i've seen,

But none so far has been for me.

It's been too much, it's all too fake,

Like a barbie doll, i’d never take.

I'd never take ‘cause i was never offered,

A whole new chance, a life much softer.

Because all i’ve had and all i’ve heard,

So far has been, but a dying bird.

The SHRIEK of fear in the dead of night

A SHRIEK here and a SHRIEK the, a SHRIEK trying to fight,

Not disease or war, rather a SHRIEK for light,

A SHRIEK for me, because i'll be alone again, yet another night.