~ The Boy in the washed jeans ~

The boy in the washed jeans,
Stand alone where he has been,
Blank mind used to clouded with dreams,
No future, no promises,
Nothing more he brings.

The boy in the washed jeans,
Look up to the skies with his feet on the ground,
Breathing the slow breeze,
He felt hard to breath.

He put up his hands,
The empty hands with the future he holds,
The hopes that he folds,
Gasping and reaching out for his goal.

The hard time he face,
The disappointment he can't erase,
He keep being on the dream race,
The happiness that he can't trace.

As the time passes by,
The boy still standing on his feet,
He look beside him,
A calm and loving face is there,
She hold his hand,
Together they stand,
Together they will bring changes.

The disappointment washed away,
The hectic life become so much clear,
He kept her near,
They looked up the skies,
As they fly together,
He feels so much stronger,
The boy in the washed jeans,
Finally found victory,
Suddenly the chaos become history.