The sun is shinning and the world is turning,
The birds are singing, and I am burning.
Take it anyway you like,
But I, no longer, can ride that bike.
The earth is sinking,
And I can't stop blinking.
At all the selfish people, and asking why,
That they are so scared of a fly.
That a boy, with the bravest heart,
Touches the world like a floating dart.
To mistake his anguish for something weak,
Is the opinion of ones, with a shallow streak.
His nature is true, as is his trust,
Just as strong, as the earth's crust.
But, of what I know.......
Can I, in my heart, can I let go.