A cloud of anguish blocks the sun
And in the mist breaks a riot
There go the children as they run
The boy in the corner has a shaking fit
And his problems are answered by a gun

He can't live in his imagination
A secluded cell of his creation
Locked and loaded can't bare the anticipation

The sound is hush and he is there
The bells are ringing through out the town
The people come, but they harldy care
Emotionless, but the boy cracks a frown
Helplessly alone it is'nt fair

Too late to redeem
His eyes constantly scream
He has an everlasting dream