The Boy Who Once Had Wings

The boy whomonce had wings,
Now is a man whose dreams had sank,
Life is not as easy as how the naive boy thinks,
The dream book now is as good as blank.

Where, where the wings have gone,
Is there anything he could have done,
To make those memories to be undone,
Forget flying now that he could barely run.

The world whispers back 'you are not alone',
Everyone has to suffer sometimes on their own,