May 24, 2025
"The Boy Who Walks Alone"
I was the boy who lost his way,
Fell a hundred times each day.
Weak in skill, small in name,
In a world that played a cruel game.
They called me less, they called me none,
A failed lover, a broken son.
But still I dreamed, I still held tight,
To a spark that burned through darkest night.
With two or three who stood so near,
Their faith in me more than clear.
I rose from ashes, slow but true,
Better than the me they knew.
I walk through fire, I carry pain,
But I will not fall, not once again.
One day I'll rise, the world will see—
The boy they broke still chose to be me.
