Lost Friend

A few tears shed

and memories of years fled,

through the mind of the boy,

that sat down besides the lake with his toy.

A toy that no longer interested him,

but once was the world to him.

What changed, seems void to the naked eye,

but deep down a bond of years had taken wry

The toy was a gift, a gift from the most dearest,

the one with whom he held hands, and played with all ernest

the one with whom, he cried, he laughed and spoke freely.

What had changed, rushed his mind

searching what had happened with their kind.

We both drifted, and drifted apart

amindst into the chasma of two strangers apart.

The toy, the only loving memory of a bond so great,

so deep yet broken because of hate drate.

To the little boy, oblivious to the ways of the world,

such a lost was the lost of his world

To the little boy, who is yet to know the worst,

in such moments he dred the worst.

So he sat down besides the lake,

looking out into the sky's glaze,

as a few tears were shed,

and memories of years fled.

"I don't mean my music to reach all-never !! But I do hope, it reaches that one person"

- Your Lie In April