A Tear Saves Another Drop.
Alone...
it was the night before christmas, the small boy was alone,
no festive love was ever given, the little boy was in home.
his cheeks were rose blushed, his hair covered his eyes,
the true moral of his festive joy, were just invaded with lies.
the boy sniffled, walked to his tree and placed an angel,
he's heard storys of the gaurdians, so he prayed to gabrial,
"save me!", he was helpless the boy was only age of seven,
frail legs unformed, his weak arms to small to reach out to heaven.
he wished their was peace, amongst happiness and calm,
preaching for god to craddle the boy between his embraced palms.
Freedom?..
untill the day once come, God was seen in his dreams,
he held the boys small hand, and stitched up his seams.
he had no future, no family no friends his life curved,
so, God made him a golden halo, gave him what he deserved.
the angels swooped down picked the boy from lifes crack,
gave him small wings, to fly and keep them on back.
the boy could escape the world, into a place of his birth,
where wishes became fiction, to look down at the earth.
God lifted his hopes to a cloud he was holding,
clouds had a silverlining.. but this boys smile made it golden.
Free..
the boy's face lit up, the hope was back from the grave,
"thanks god" he giggled, for my poor life you did save.
God looked at him, and exclaimed "son you were brave",
the boy sat beside God, and explored the new life he was gave.
he was took out the torture the agony and all his pain,
to a life where in a non-fiction world, he can become mortal again.