God forgives the child with the star filled eyes
He was born blue and bruised, naked
But for the scent of milk on his skin
Roads stretched like veins, purple twirls
A billion dancing curls

he took his first stumble
then another, till the blood were tears
and tears were laughter
filled by moments and strikes, and strokes
strokes that became strikes

Beautiful child, with the broken toothed smile
Quiet voice, and sullen eyes
smile
There are traces of little red welts
to strokes, the silence between the strokes,
till the seconds ticked by

to minute, to hours
and thirteen under the showers
washing behind the rain drowned louver, it's not so bad, it doesn't have to be so sad, there are red roads, purple roads, there are many roads to walk by

He puts bread in his pockets and bites
Little bites in his mouth, liquid metallic bites
There are still a few roads to try
but as hard as he tried, with all of his might
but as hard as he tried, with all of his might
but as hard as he tried, with all of his might

There are jumps, there are leaps
The sun dances, the snow flies
Over his chest he drew flowers
He had but one road to walk by

To liberty! To justice!
He cried

With the flowers over his heart
The seconds ticked
To forever, to forever,
The world trickled by

He wrote down a secret
Home is only a word, a place to hide
Stars can blossom too, worlds too, they die
The moon smiled down at the little
Golden purple boy
He gave the last crumbs to the crows, to carry to the sky
God, please forgive the child with the star filled eyes