He sleeps , at night he weeps
Lord take the pain away
He's too afraid to even speak
He walks on a path of fear
Upon a carpet of thorns
So much to say
But at every corner
he finds himself alone
He lives In a world , a place so far
Little pieces of dreams and broken hearts
He paints rainbows in black
A shade too dark to be real
There's no time left
Too many scars to heal
And the crowd makes him cry
He asks staring at the infinite sky
"why do I even try?"
They make a game of his insecurities
While he waits for an opportunity , so
Patiently
He just wants to see things patently
He wants them to see him clearly
But all they can see is a boy without an armour
So they stab him repeatedly
An antidote to be calmer
But the wounds are now in the open
Infected by a sinister thought
Maybe if he seeks blood in revenge
He'll go down as the 'boy who fought'
And as the world sleeps , dreaming at peace
A storms about to be released
He'll take them all
One by one across the line
It's now his turn to shine
They created a monster
And now It's time for another columbine.