Submissions by Dragon

This is a story of a young mans soul
Who was always low and always slow
For he is weak, his soul brittle
A little jerk that breaks it apart
He cried to god afar,
but never has he answered neither did those close to him,
He is but a used twig,
Used and thrown before he grows,
He is thrown into a ragging fire,
He crackles but no one can hear,
He is but an orphaned child,
Left among woods, left alone,
He seeks love where ever it is,
But doesn't care of the grief that comes with it
If small love he always gets
He is happy his soul...