Rain fell steadily from above. The sky gray, dismal, dank, depressing. Grim forbodence settled across the scene. Still the rain falls as though the Heavens themselves weep.
There exists every reason to cry, to sob, to wretch. This day as every other day over the past five years taxes heavily on one with shoulders too slim to bear the weight. So the heavens weep for the one too young to understand.
Innocence stolen from the purest. A curse rests upon him. Saving all through self sacrifice. The yoke thrust upon the poor boy weighs heavier each day, threatening he without a choice. Too young when this responsibility put upon him. Barely first breath drawn. Sealed was his fate. Ruthless his destiny. So the heavens weep for the child of stolen dreams.
Scorn. The restitution the world bestows on the hero of these lands. Hatred his prize. Bitter words, cruel taunts and painful blows his reward. The child ignorant of his crimes, recieves punishment believing so deserved. So the heavens weep for the boy forced to be a man.
Without him chaos runs supreme. In him nightmares reign not dreams. Shielding others from the madness merits disgust so it seems. So the heavens weep for the babe whose anguish teems.
Long have tears fallen down scarred cheeks. None to comfort, dry those tears. No friends, no parents found. Never another alongside, not now not then. Silence answers his sniffles, shadows hold him tight. So the heavens weep for that invisible baby forced to alone stand.
So the heavens weep and the heavens weep and the heavens weep for no longer can he.