A lonely boy standing,
His back against the wall,
And there is a lone vulture absconding,
Waiting for its prey to fall…
Now hear his sound, oh people,
And learn from this wolf-child,
Who spent his days discerning,
Whats in it for the wild…
You may stop him from screaming,
But you won’t forget what was silenced and held foul…
There is just so much different to do in this world,
Yet we linger with our smiles, longing a different life…
They wait for you to reach your prime, my brother,
So they can cut you through the side,
They wait like that lonesome vulture,
Preying on your smile, oh brother,
Don’t smile…
© Karthik Adithya Singaraju
His back against the wall,
And there is a lone vulture absconding,
Waiting for its prey to fall…
Now hear his sound, oh people,
And learn from this wolf-child,
Who spent his days discerning,
Whats in it for the wild…
You may stop him from screaming,
But you won’t forget what was silenced and held foul…
There is just so much different to do in this world,
Yet we linger with our smiles, longing a different life…
They wait for you to reach your prime, my brother,
So they can cut you through the side,
They wait like that lonesome vulture,
Preying on your smile, oh brother,
Don’t smile…
© Karthik Adithya Singaraju
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