The Soul in the wild

Behind the dark sky peeks the moon In the distance howls the wolf On the vast sea rides the lone ship In the dark corners sits a boy With the lights gone and a frail will The storms brew and fear plant roots His strength finds itself questioned once more The dark breeds doubt as the storm rage Solitude! Now a pain Self sustainance now lost The pain of walking alone The hurt gained off holding a world Where are the days of bliss With the magic feel after coffee And the morning calm from a deep breathe Or the 3am smile in the dark His kneels fail him Yet no walls to hang on to Where are the cracks to let the light in Or a supporting hand to hold onto The path he walks he sometime dread And tears he shed,he catch them still The nights now here will one day pass And the world he dropped he'll lift again