Behind the wall, far away in a field, a child cries, for his eyes long to see the touch of a loving family of his own -

Chased down the streets of desire he lights upon the warmth of a flame, but he cannot stay, for he only knows the way of coldness -

Not able to open his eyes he stumbles through life, and can hear the sighs of others unfulfilled dreams. Which way should he go down this road through terrible lands, walking upon glass on bended knee, yearning to be free -

Some hold signs but their whole design is to deceive - so he falls into traps that mercilessly snap and tear the flesh from his legs -

He learns to crawl like a snake, slithering through menacing hands, he traverses the land, looking for destiny -

Now being so terribly cold he fears he will never know that which he seeks, so he floats upon the murky waters of what he conceives life to be, neither seeming friend or foe can find his heart, feeling about in the dark, of what will sadly never be.