On his way he went by , he was a lost kid
what he could see ahead was just the large orange sky
never to be cared of never to be seen
he didn't know where he was or where had he been
just walking and walking where is luck leads him for him life is so dark life is so dim
trudging around listlessly where his feet could lead him
but never lose hope was what his mother told him once
good time will come in days weeks or even months