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.