Behind the power-limiting wall, the boy stood there.
His eyes filled with hope,
But her mind was locked up.
His tears are painful,
Torture the inner, piercing cavity.
For a fee he was not ready,
His dreams had to disappear
His life is similar to opera,
Wounded wound made miserable.
When will I be happy?
More to himself he asked.
Hoping prayer airs,
The Universe is able to create excitement.
Her small steps stopped occasionally,
Comparisons raged in the heart.
Pursuing a dream,
or he let it die?