a nameless figure at a peak
a state in which he cannot speak
standing so far above it all
a man preparing for the fall

floating alone, the urban sun
shining upon the only one
his future hanging by a thread
romantic thoughts within his head

and he waits
though his friends arrive,
no answers are in tow
he is young, and it's hard for him to see
and he waits for the
feeling that he lost so long ago
to be loved, to be free

his mother calling from below
telling him never to let go
he seems to stand there with such grace
a peaceful look upon his face

he holds a letter in his hand
his friends will never understand
without a heart, there's just a hole
that shows the darkness of his soul

and he waits
though his friends arrive,
no answers are in tow
he is young, and it's hard for him to see
and he waits for the
feeling that he lost so long ago
to be loved, to be free

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