A little boy of shadow Sitting in carnations Terrified Of God’s creations. A little boy, Lost and to never be found Never knew The voices could be so loud. The voices that say “If you stood, the world could be ours.” But he prefers wishing on stars. Because his legs are beaten and bruised And he cannot walk. But he wishes for someone to help him stand. And doesn’t make him talk About the things he wants to say The things he wants to keep away For someone who will always stay.