Lost

When I smile
It feels like pain
When I cry
It falls like rain.

One torn heart in a misty world
Feels so cold
He is getting old
He reached out his hand to catch a star
But,alas,it was so far.

Now,I'm wandering alone
In the forest of the Moan
Whispering to the dying lilies
And chatting with the wounded moon.

I'm flying high like a bird in the sky
Wants to join the flock
But he hardly gets by.

While he is soaring,he says
"Will I ever find the shelter?
Will I ever go home?
Can I for once live the happiness?
Or I will always be in the gloom?"

People hear him singing aloud
But they are mistaken in the sound
No,that is not a melody
It is only the echo of his malady.