Poor boy

Poor boy, you thought it was different
My boy, I tried to explain
That life is expectant...
And you're sure to disappoint.
.....all you can hope,
Is to keep your sight.
.......the lights and noise....the beauty and poise.
The pain and plight... Your doubt and fear.
They are the earth.
You are hope.
Your darkest day...
Is a song to the angels.

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