#grindinhell

[dark--reaper]

"The Boy Who Walks Alone"

I was the boy who lost his way,

Fell a hundred times each day.

Weak in skill, small in name,

In a world that played a cruel game.

They called me less, they called me none,

A failed lover, a broken son.

But still I dreamed, I still held tight,

To a spark that burned through darkest night.

With two or three who stood so near,

Their faith in me more than clear.

I rose from ashes, slow but true,

Better than the me they knew.

I walk through fire, I carry pain,

But I will not fall, not once again.

One day I'll rise, the world will see—

The boy they broke still chose to be me.