Alone In This World

Walking through the world with an arrow in your back,
It all just seems too fine. Yes, I can pull it out, let the blood take its route, but something's still holding me behind.

Somehow I just wasn't real anymore, with pain escalating to its peak. But as I tried to stop tears, these drops reached my fears, and I then realized I'm nothing but weak.

Day by day, I watch the trees grow, and wonder, How can they stay so strong? But I then remember, this too shall pass, and the trees have water for long.

I question why I can't have water, why I can't be hydrated and full. Seems like every other being can have this treat, yet instead of drive, I'm the one to pull.

Through some views I'm made of stars, sparkling through the night sky, waiting to shine. But if that is true, why hasn't a single soul gone by, and said, "That one shall be mine"?

It's sad to know and accept the fact that my stars are put to rest, but maybe my trees, the only things I've got, can eventually pass that test.

But then I remember, it's too unreal, and NEVER can my song be depicted. Other birds in this world are allowed to sing, but for some reason, I am restricted.

It's as if someone has beaten and destroyed my legs, never again allowing me to dance. But dance is now the only thing I've got; destroying it will ruin my chance.

So everyday in this world, I try and try, hoping to find my way. I don't know which bird will come fly and escape me, but it's quite clear that spirit, he shall lay.

Maybe one day in this world, the fire will stop, and water will end all woe. But I just know, through this dehydration, my tree can eventually grow.

And then maybe my tree can grow to dominate, through hearing unkindly words of. My branches shall strive, my leaves be long, and being alone in this world is now unheard of.