Out in the
distance
No one hears
His prayers
On a boat
Floating away
All that
covers him
Is an old
Woollen coat
Silence is
his enemy
Freedom is
his friend
Time spent
in his head
Only him to
defend
Water ripples
Beneath him
Dragging him
Further away
Scorching skies
Turn to dark
In an
instant
Plaguing him
Into retreat
Not wanting
to defeat
Worries they
Carry him
Further
Much further
Until the
The line
breaks
Softening as
He awakes
Eyes widen
Sun it
returns
Returning to
land
He is the
forgotten son
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