∆cold

There was a story of a little boy His mother was never around Had to raise himself, had to learn himself No good, all bad. He was strong but weak Hurt and cold he never let anyone close. He was used to being alone But the day his mom tried, horribly, to give him what he longed for He turned around and walked away To which his mom thought 'where did I go wrong' Completely oblivious and close minded He grew up to give his kids what he never had And they gave him what he always wanted love, hope, but most importantly a family.