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.