||There are more people who wished to be loved than those who are willing to love.||

He saw the comet zoom by,

While waiting under the night sky,

And he made a wish,

Little did he know it was gonna be served on a silver dish,

"I want a friend.

I wish somebody would care.

I wanna mend

Wish somebody had a heart to share.

I want someone to trust,

This person who has problems."

He went to school with a tired look,

He knew what was coming next chapter in this book,

And it was gonna repeat,

The pen rewriting the same words over and over.

How he was bullied,

How he hid all his scars,

How he was probably gonna die someday,

And would they even care in a way?

So he painted,

But they was sepulchral now,

He used dark colors,

As each time a pathetic setting would come alive.

And in the art room,

Where his wish would be fulfilled soon,

Little did he know, that someone watched close enough,

To see how his life was rough.