The Crippled And Paralyzed Teenager
Whose Teenager is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite sad though.
It really is a tale of woe,
I watch him frown. I cry hello.
He gives his Teenager a shake,
And sobs until the tears he’ll make.
The only other sound\'s the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.
The Teenager is Crippled, Paralyzed and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
Until then he shall not sleep.
He lies in bed with Angels that weep.
He rises from his bitter bed,
With thoughts of sadness in his head,
He idolizes being dead.
He is facing the day with never-ending dread.