the boy

the boy who loved the wind
he wanted to change the world
and be like a god
but knew all to well of his sins
they got the better of him
hes numb to the bone
often wonders if he even has a soul
he told me once he lost his innocence
and i was an angel sent to him
but i saw the argument
behind his eyes of the
war going on inside his mind  
the temptations always won
said i must hate him
but i never did never will
truth be told i know  
his thoughts and hate
will eat him away
in the end when there
isn’t a remedy and sobriety sets in
but i still can remember when
he walked beside me
to the end of road
and the world was silent again
and for that i owe him the world