Teachings of mother's lore

Forlorn of the sky, sweet song's of the ocean.
A boy, a boy born with a perfect name, yet so poised and forsaken. Never sigh, for the lore of his teachings were behond beleivement, and to his wisdom, he failed. For this fever called living, has became a shadow that coated his sweet souls name.
One day, when the sun was highest in the sky, he sat, he waited, alone and to his surprise, he witnessed the beautiful teachings of the earth's poetry.
The sun shone, she was writing down his life.Lofty sky and small earth. He stood, he waited, eye's dreaming of a perfect love.

Hasten to luminous skies, he sigh. Bound by chains of hell, worn for the god, worn for the smile.
A deep, dark tear of disgusting verses of the past.
He'd wish for a dream, a dream of a prince, dancing within his soul, and mearly he witnessed the meeting of hope in the eye's of a stranger passing thew the garden of loves past hand.