Outside the window, 

Water dribbles down,

Tears fall from the sky, 

As the boy hears a sound

Down the street he goes, 

Telling himself a joke

Assuming he’s alone, 

Until someone took his boat

Streams of water running, 

As sewer bars rumble,

Everything seems so stunning, 

Until the boy had took a tumble

“Come near little boy, 

I just want to be your friend”

And as he stretched for his toy, 

A young life had come to an end.

Sometimes life gives you too much to handle.

But in the end, we are all people.

We all have a struggle

Have a personal bubble,

And unlike that lonely boy,

We need to accept one another for we are 

because if we don’t… 

You’ll float too.