Wandering Child
He wandered the streets,
Looking for a friend,
His house is gone,
Along with his life.
He is on a journey among the stars,
A trip of self discovery,
Discovers why,
But never knowing the question.
He is carried in a pocket,
Lost and confused,
He eats at the end of the universe,
And dives into a sun.
Life shakes him by the throat,
Discarding him like useless flotsam,
He is the Angel of Death to some,
But useless to others.
He perseveres,
And returns to his home,
He finds true love,
And loses it just as quickly.
He brings the Final Message of God,
To a depressed automaton of life,
Brings culture to savages,
And meets his daughter.
His home under attack,
His life finally ends,
Ended by the efforts,
Of a misguided soul.
Thanx, this is my first story on FF.net,
But check out my friend ShadowFoxI's work, it roxxors my boxxors. ;D Ciao!