HE IS...

He isn’t bad man,
He is typical boy,
He is an angel who still flees.

He dreams that can touch sky.
He tried to run;
He tried to hide in fear of losing themselves,
He tried to keep it all inside for he doesn’t hurt else.

He writes by his demons.
He is smoking and reading books.
He doesn’t love anybody.

He can fly,
He can fly,
He fly for become soul
She is his sky,
She is his lighting.

He isn't bad man
He only wish is flying.