From Gold To Blood

I once knew a boy who teared gold,
When he cried, bowed the whole world,
When he screamed, fire turned cold.

Growing up he thought things stay the same,
Coming out he felt things laid to be claimed,
Blissfully he strolled to claim his fame,
But turned out he only claimed shame.

He soon learned he was mistaken,
Life after all was nothing like a game,
Crying foul he looked for things to blame,
But all the fingers pointed straight at him.

So he grabbed his hair and tore it out,
Kneed down beating chest and spouted out,
‘I’ve learned my lesson’ to the watching crowd,
‘Just wait and see I’ll make everybody proud’.

But in truth he still didn’t understand it,
Deep down he cursed others on every bit,
For he still failed to really versed it,
And looked like he will never ever get it.

Because he kept pointing up to the sky,
And he kept asking how and why,
While keeping still and stayed a child,
And refused to sweat and walk the miles.

I now know a man who tears blood,
When he cries, the world laugh aloud,
When he screams, the fire spread far and wide.