Lost and Damned

I wish I could tell this tale so true, in the darkest corners of our earth, there sits a child lost and damned, begging for a light from north, to rise against, to his foe tonight.

As he cries to the coldest moon, someone somewhere lost the faith to fight again, for he begs for food and for drink, in the streets that break beneath his claws again, falling falling never land, the deepest cells he tries to claim, where was she as he fell from grace?

As she begs and pleads with Him, his fate locked too deep, the boy is struck by fear and pain, holding burdens so fierce and black, the only way up is down, but for a boy so young and free, why is he lost at this age an age too young, to become a man he is not, torn away from a mothers love.

Well tonight is Christmas Eve and she sits in her room, while Divine strikes her down, he wanders these streets, wondering waiting, walking in the cold white grass, every step she never sees, how this boy grows up now, no one in the world will know, why is fate so cruel to the one, the youngest of the flock?

A memory is all he has, when he blew the candles at age of five, now his wish never granted, has no faith in this here world, alone he sits and stares in the blackest skies he's ever been, as a tear rolls down her face, for the life this poor boy has lived, she prays behind twelve prison bars, as her son is lost to fight this world, on his own.