They say he never sleeps,
Eyes wide, a steady gaze,
Not from the buzz of late-night thoughts,
But from the quiet pace of days.
Yet something lingers in his stillness,
A shadow wrapped in light,
A flicker of a restless mind,
Too quiet in the night.
......
beautiful soul,
you deserve to be free,
yet you walk through a trench of such great misery.
and when a helping hand is drawn,
you wave it away and just keep marching on.
your heart is in shackles,
your thoughts are unclear,
when you sleep, do you dream of having no fear?
......
They say he never sleeps,
Eyes wide, a steady gaze,
Not from the buzz of late-night thoughts,
But from the quiet pace of days.
Yet something lingers in his stillness,
A shadow wrapped in light,
A flicker of a restless mind,
Too quiet in the night.
......
beautiful soul,
you deserve to be free,
yet you walk through a trench of such great misery.
and when a helping hand is drawn,
you wave it away and just keep marching on.
your heart is in shackles,
your thoughts are unclear,
when you sleep, do you dream of having no fear?
......