And then death held his hand.
Wiping the tears that told the stories of his pain.
He couldn't handle the cold temperature he would feel not only on his shoulders but in his soul.
He tried to maintain peace but the war drums were setting the bombs off one by one.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
When at home, at school he is surrounded by other human beings but he always feels alone, feels the emptiness in his body.
He's the tin man with no heart that rattles his frame to at least fell something even if  it's cold harsh metal.
Death listened.
Death took it's cloak and wiped the tears away, letting the cloak soak up all the problems.
"you want to walk beside me with your life folded neatly in your suit case. you want to walk out the door but it's not your time, have more faith"
With that death left taking his arms and absorbing all the darkness, letting the boy stand with a new light surrounding him.
"it's not your time"