a boy was lost, a boy so young
running in the wild, with panting lung
searching for a way, to reach home
to escape the scary jungle's dome
he reached the village and fell into a well
the darkest night and nothing to ring the bell
scared alone he was in the dark moon
he knew he would loose it all so soon
he prayed and kept his thoughts on fire
to reach his home was his great desire
he knew not how to climb and reach the top
but there was nothing that could make him stop
he climbed the wet walls in the greatest fear
with hands trembling and eyes filled with tear
he went half way through and gravity pulled him down
he went in deep water and felt he was gonna drown
he came back up again with a fight
in the hope to see some light
he climbed again with a broken hand
he just wanted to reach the land
he knew the strength would not suffice
but he had to try even with fear in his eyes
he failed once but he climbed again
with each step he endured utter pain
the only thing that he had cared
losing to anything, this thought was barred
he smiled again and started to rise
with one hope that his strength might suffice
with so much to gain he reached the land
he knew now that this ain't my end
the night was at its darkest cruel
the boy went head on to it on a duel
never back down spirit made him win
the battle so scary for the boy might have seen
he knew one thing that made him fight
after the darkest hour comes the sun light
he rushed to his home in such a strength
he had passed all odds that were long in length
he hugged his mom and slept in her lap
that closed the adventure and filled the gap
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