Laughs and chatter are loose in the air,
As children wander buzzing like bees.
Leaning on a wall,  a child could be seen…
His head drowned by a lonely embrace.

Denied of the sky, stripped from his sight
Gazing at darkness, right in the eye..
Slowly tortured, whispering a silent cry
And on his cheek, lies a tear of white.

How does it feel, to never know when it ends?
Why would this torment never end? You ask…
But strangely, the boy was angelically calm..
A friend by his side, and on his face…
… a smile