Away from home
Well, the truth is
He didn't feel he had one anymore
The boy sat in a bench under the rain
No other choice there
No place would ever accept him
Chewing on a piece of bread
That he got out of pity
From another person who didn't really care
He tried to keep his body warm
Lying to himself again
His only way of enduring another day
He was tired, after traveling far
After giving up so many times
And seeing no other choice other than walk
So he chose a few songs to sing
As if there was any song he ever loved
That wouldn't hurt him, make him remember
Hoping maybe someone would listen
It wouldn't be that hard to notice, right?
How painful was the scream he was hiding
Hoping that the rain would stop
Or at least, that he wouldn't get sick
And again, have to endure all by himself
By the time morning came
Cruel and uninvited,
As the usual promises of hope
The boy was still awoke
He had a good reason to
Either cold or hunger actually
The rain was over
Yet, as he waited for his clothes to dry
He could feel that his body couldn't take it anymore
And he would soon go on his way
Or the closest to that
That a lost person can get
He gathered his belongings
That is to say, what was still left
From all the time he gave himself away
And got up when he was ready
When he though he could
Without his legs failing him again
It was just another day
Just another ending
That he was too hopeful to take
Lucas Rangel Lima
