For the Boy Who Cried Wolf
On top of the mountain
With his sheep, he sat
Under the tree in shades
Void, looking at the kids
Playing, far down near their house
Smiling, laughing, running
He called belle
And she replied baa
He smiled, a charm, hides
The pain in his eyes
He told them tales
Of that he can’t live
They just nodded
For the food they had
Some twigs broken beside
And he yelled, wolf
Shouldn’t they be here
He mumbled, staring down the wolf in despair
Down the valley, it echoed, wolf
Someone asked, should we hurry?
For the kid who lies, don’t worry
An old man, grabbed his stick
Leaned on and started to climb, its a trick
They yelled, don’t go to the woods
As the wolf pounced
He smiled, and said
At least you know
I was no liar
Just lonely
He wouldn’t have died
If he’d never have lied
For that he is a liar
That’s his demise, and its fair
They said, as they walked downhill
He wouldn’t have lied
If he wasn’t afraid
For that he is just a boy
And for his life was never a joy
Said the old man, in the hut downhill
I am never afraid
Just I have never said
For in the mountains
I am just alone, a lost prince
Of no one
He would’ve said, if he were to live.
Only if they could’ve heard
What he couldn’t say
For all the cries he made
Not afraid to die, afraid to be lone, and afraid to be forgone.
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-Chery
