wake up, broken child
arise and shake off your fears
be a pretender of forever love
and abide within your broken dreams
a shattered canvas, an undone fragment
you have supposedly become
a long lost memory
of childhood happy, mental steady
but the present has made you
teenage sappy, conscious achy
pursuit of happiness dimmed
the light of unborn victory,
unborn victory that lead to a
broken heart with weak bloodstreams
you felt no reason to live
no reason to dodge the bullets;
you felt the need to know
the purpose to how to grow
the fully-fledged freedom to flow
in a soul’s spirit to glow,
in a dark and mystical night
to treasure your incomplete purpose
in the lively bed you lie in.