It was a shinny day
people walk around Shibuya street
People walk wear their own
colour of clothes
There is a boy
He look for his ground
He was lost in the shibuya street
People stucked at the moment
Come to help or not
He lost his way to go home
He lost his guadiances
He lost to a place he never know
His path was erased
He forgot his destiny
But, there is a man
Who brings him home
Lead his Pieces of heart
Back to his hold
A man who's prying on him
Shibuya street, a place that lead him
Shibuya street a place of his lost
Shibuya street a place of his guidiance
this poet is dedicated to Alffy. A friend of min since I was in the elementary school