i walk along the city streets,
my arms wrapped round as i weep.

My mind is busied with noise and sounds,
the dark and empty burened towns.

i hand my head limp and low,
as i walk past my soul in a puppet show.

with strings on my back and fear in my eyes,
i pray to the stars to the open skies.

My body is breaking my mind into,
i think of the past the memories to few.

I remember the days of childish dreams,
of fairy inhabited magical streams.

My friends were my wings that helped me to fly,
to often to soon they said good bye.


my mind is blank as i fall to the floor,
the world is silent, a simple closed door.