There was a boy
Whose heart was better than his hut
Whose dream was lost somewhere else
Lots of scars and bad memories
No rhythm and melodies in his life
As I remember
His pocket is empty
A dime all he has for a day
His stomach seems hungry
No money for a feast and to feed
His heart may feel alone sometime
Even his past may seem cruel
He always finds a way
He is always searching a way
What an unfortunate life and burden
He is bearing on his heart
I was thinking myself
I was interpreting myself
His thoughts on the story of mine
Is it good to be a failure??
Is it good to leave a mark of failure??
He may have asked himself
Nobody is perfect in this world
He may have understood it well
Nobody has an easy past
He may have learned it a long ago
No matter how many times
He may have been failed
More than he can ever imagine
He may have learned it well
Or just lived that worthless life
There was no one to care
His motive seems strong
His vibes seem strong
He was not one to let a failure
Like him to stay failure forever
That’s why he seems stronger
When I look into that face
I seem surprised
My thoughts are wrong
All my interpretation is wrong
He seems happy
After all this pain and burden
He seems happy
And the reason is simple
He has learned to smile.
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