Wrong Fold

He's just a boy a wasted name

No fire no spark no rise to fame

Left in cold

He's just a boy he's lost and still

An empty soul with no true will

A wrong fold

He stumbles through the crowded street

Invisible, with dragging feet

The world spins on, but he just stays

A life that drifts in aimless ways

He's just a boy with broken dreams

No light no hope or in-betweens

A story not told

He's just a boy he's lost and still

A wandering soul with no clear will

A wrong fold