A story of a lost boy

And sneering at the stars,
hating the world,
on top of all lies...
there he was, something like a nemesis of life...
something like death gleering in his eyes,
his face was cold, his gaze was lost forever,
his sould wandering in ever darkness
by the hilltop of madnes he cried, he suffered.
He was lost, he was dead...
he wasnt found, he wasnt alive...
nor a single tear of others could make him feel pity,
a heart built by tiny rocks, one for each deception in life...
they gathered around his heart,
his mind was twisted of all sense,
his feelings torn to shreds...
his hopes destroyed!
he was just lost.

But he saw something in one of those stars,
something he couldnt sneer at,
something more bright, more destined to something
he touched that star with his cold dead finger,
and he for the first time felt joy, he felt happy
his face shruged of sadness and he smiled,
he jumped! he ran!
his heart pounded, his senses got lucidity...
he was himself again for the first time in many years!
just because a star refused to be sneered by him,
cause taht tiny star became a supernova of pride
of hope, of light! it became that boy\\\'s love and guiding light!

babyheart..you are that star...u know that you are and who you are.