Aias

The boy on the roof 

The boy on the roof 

When the moon is on it\'s peak
there\'s a boy with a wandering soul
often seen sitting on the roof
staring blankly at the sky.

He\'s a day dreamer 
but at night, he\'s an overthinker
He spend his night thinking
when he should be sleeping.

He\'s a boy seeking for a place
a place where silence is still
a place where there\'s no battle for his soul
a place where he could calm his storm.

A raging storm stirring his peace 
a storm brewing present in his eyes
with a whirlpool of unshed tears 
blurring his sight in the clear night sky.

He constantly pitying, blaming
beating himself 
for things he can\'t control
and never could.
 
I just want him to know
that the storm he constantly fighting
won\'t calm 
not till he calm himself.