Some say wings carry dreams so far,
The beckoning of a lonely cry.
This lonely boy cries out to the sun,
Awaiting that moment when it’s all gone and dry.

Some say he was a saint
That fell short of the sky.
Held back by stones
Making his sky seem to cry..

Dreams of the school he attended late,
It all was trouble that he couldn’t escape.

Now all that’s left is a stone
That shelters his face.
Though hidden beneath it,
His bruises still encased.

Though his soul waits
For a place
That he won’t face hate,
Where he’s loved…

A burdened angel.