I was born of love, or so I'm told
but still the feelings inside me, are dark and cold.
Avenging my parents is strong on my mind
but the way to do this is something I cannot seem to find.
"The boy who lived" what a title to live with.
The fall of Voldemort was one I scarcely remember
Unless you count the endless nightmares that plague my memory.
It's hard to understand just why it has to be me,
Me, the one who is destined, by my own fate
to be the one to finally defeat the Dark Lord.
The others around me, though they idolize me for one reason or another
They don't quite get how I feel inside, how slowly, as time passes, i'm dying.
Not physically, but spiritually, this pain that etched into my heart is hurting me so bad.
But they don't know, they can't understand...
I watched my parents be killed in front of my very own Emerald eyes,
while I, under unrealistic circumstances, survived a curse no other has.
My mind at times, starts to wander to an alternate universe,
To a place where my parents were alive, and with me now, and that I was a normal teenager,
But i've learned my lesson well, i'm not a normal teenager, with the normal worries or woes
I live my life in fear, from one day to the next.
Not something many people have to worry about at my age.
It's sort of like a psycological cage.
I'm locked inside, worried about the day that someday will come, when I'll have to face my destiny
Either live and save the world, or die and finally get to be with my family.
Honestly! i'm only a 15 year old boy, why do I have to be put through this?
These trials are wearing down on my heart, my mind, and my nerves.
Sometimes I think I'm not a child, or a teenager, but a living-breathing curse.
The curse to the world, born to defeat the darklord, but also the one to revive him.
But I realize one thing that keeps me going,
My parents wouldn't like the dark thoughts that run through my mind at night.
The thoughts that sometimes are even more frightening than any nightmare or lie.
My friends may be normal, and able to lead lives to their fullest,
but so am i, only my fullest is one a little more complicated then there's.
I have a destiny to fulfull, and I guess there's no use in fighting.
While they have the luck of leading normal lives,
such a blessing they have been given.
Mum, dad, I won't fail you I can promise you that.
Your deaths will be avenged, as well as so many others..
I, Harry James Potter the "Boy who lived"
swear to bring peace once and for all to the universe.
If only to break the bloody curse.
Because, while I miss you more than I can explain
I will not rest until Lord Thomas Riddle Voldemort has been forever slain.
but still the feelings inside me, are dark and cold.
Avenging my parents is strong on my mind
but the way to do this is something I cannot seem to find.
"The boy who lived" what a title to live with.
The fall of Voldemort was one I scarcely remember
Unless you count the endless nightmares that plague my memory.
It's hard to understand just why it has to be me,
Me, the one who is destined, by my own fate
to be the one to finally defeat the Dark Lord.
The others around me, though they idolize me for one reason or another
They don't quite get how I feel inside, how slowly, as time passes, i'm dying.
Not physically, but spiritually, this pain that etched into my heart is hurting me so bad.
But they don't know, they can't understand...
I watched my parents be killed in front of my very own Emerald eyes,
while I, under unrealistic circumstances, survived a curse no other has.
My mind at times, starts to wander to an alternate universe,
To a place where my parents were alive, and with me now, and that I was a normal teenager,
But i've learned my lesson well, i'm not a normal teenager, with the normal worries or woes
I live my life in fear, from one day to the next.
Not something many people have to worry about at my age.
It's sort of like a psycological cage.
I'm locked inside, worried about the day that someday will come, when I'll have to face my destiny
Either live and save the world, or die and finally get to be with my family.
Honestly! i'm only a 15 year old boy, why do I have to be put through this?
These trials are wearing down on my heart, my mind, and my nerves.
Sometimes I think I'm not a child, or a teenager, but a living-breathing curse.
The curse to the world, born to defeat the darklord, but also the one to revive him.
But I realize one thing that keeps me going,
My parents wouldn't like the dark thoughts that run through my mind at night.
The thoughts that sometimes are even more frightening than any nightmare or lie.
My friends may be normal, and able to lead lives to their fullest,
but so am i, only my fullest is one a little more complicated then there's.
I have a destiny to fulfull, and I guess there's no use in fighting.
While they have the luck of leading normal lives,
such a blessing they have been given.
Mum, dad, I won't fail you I can promise you that.
Your deaths will be avenged, as well as so many others..
I, Harry James Potter the "Boy who lived"
swear to bring peace once and for all to the universe.
If only to break the bloody curse.
Because, while I miss you more than I can explain
I will not rest until Lord Thomas Riddle Voldemort has been forever slain.