In pain he cried
Within the wind it died
No one could be seen
What could it really mean?

Lost in a storm
Why was he born?
Deceit ravaged him
A cup of blood filled to the brim

He didn't mean what he did
But he didn't see another way
Everyone criticized a lonely kid
So in darkness he would stay

All he needed was an ear
That would comfort his sorrow
But when would it appear?
Would he survive to tomorrow?