Lost in a world so dark and cold.
Forsaken but looking bold.
Living my life like i should.
Whether if it's bad or good.
Looking for a friendly hand.
Someone that will stand.
By my side.
How long will i slide?
He is someone that nobody will know.
He has no care for the world or none to show.
Leaving on a bold face.
He fills the empty space.
With hatred.
That is wasted.
A hand reaches out.
He looks at her with doubt.
Still waiting for his hand to reach back.
His world is no longer black.
A smile beams.
And it seems.
He is no longer on his own.
No longer alone.
Now he is old.
The world still seems cold.
A world that isn't to kindly.
To someone that lived his life so blindly...
