The chill in the breeze,
The frost on the ground,
Crisp on a moonlit night.
A young boy's figure
Glides through the streets,
His breath a clouded fog.
Eyes like crystals,
Hair like snow,
He walks with staff in hand.
Alone in the world,
Unseen by all,
He strides like a ghost through the town.
Young children seen
Through a window pane,
Bask in the glow of the hearth.
Unseen goes the boy
Who stares unnoticed and lost
At the joy before his eyes.
A tentative move,
A soft hand to the glass,
Which freezes beneath his touch.
He turns away,
To the dark of the night
And raises his head to the sky.
A tear flows unseen,
Silent an
Sinking down,
Look around,
Slipping through the cracks.
Never knowing,
Where you're going,
Always have to ask.
You never lie,
You touch the sky,
You're never coming down.
Touch the wall,
Leave them all,
Go and wear your crown.
It's all a game,
They're all to blame,
It's never going to end.
So stand up tall,
Stand against the wall,
Prove that you won't bend.
It matters not,
If one is hot,
Only if one is kind.
You can fight,
For what is right,
You're not alone, you'll find.
You can win,
Against this sin,
And you can prove your worth.
Just stand up tall,
Back against the wall,
And throw them to the hearth!
She dances with fire, a dragon in tow.
Twirling with flames; graceful and slow
She dances tonight, in a city of ash.
Her feet leaving footprints, where the sand will splash.
Quietly mourning, as time goes by;
Where once she beheld a home in her eyes...
Yet naught but the barest of bones remain,
And so she dances, to soothe the pain.