Hopes And Dreams

In the city of endless possibilities,

He stood there all alone,

Waiting for the jingle,

That he longed for to go.

He looked up to the sky,

Eager for the rains,

To hide the tears that fell,

And rolled down to race.

He walked back to his place,

Hoping to let go.

But as soon as the strings break,

He falls down on his face.

He pulls himself up,

Clothes clean, but soul stained.

Still he looks up to the sky,

To see the sun again.