In the Circle of Life

Circles, ghosts, shadows and pain
So on and on as it suddenly rained.
The little boy wondered all his life
His want for peace was slashed with a knife.
But the voices in his head refused to die
He was a brave kid, but a little shy.
He thought of all the things that he loved to try
Wished he had wings and wondered he could fly.
Away from the madness of the angels and the fools,
To a place where he would never have to cry.

The little child wanted to play with the sun,
Faster than the wind, he wanted to run.
Everywhere he searched for his little paradise

Where the cacophony of this mundane earth would fail to rise.
He kept on searching but he failed ...
His tears had dried and his eyes were pale.
At last he joined the club of those fools and the angels,
Where he was left to grow into a man, heartless and lifeless.