The Boy
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The Boy:
A. J. Darkholme:
The Boy
Within this heart of glass and stone
You'll find a frosted gate;
Crystallized and frozen shut -
But not because of hate
See, hate is blind and clear I peer
Through all façades and lies
Distrust is what has sealed this heart
To save the only prize
I feel I have, for all I am is bottled up inside
Behind the metal, stone, and cold
A boy sits there and cries
He doesn't like it there inside
It's lonely, dark, and cold
It hasn't always been this way
But could be til he's old
So if you hear his tiny cries
And want to set him free
He'll be forever in your debt
But first you need the key...
- A. J. Darkholme (August 2015)
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