Prelude of Sonata 16

The path of the snow I walk is white

But the people undo what is right

And leave this place alone, dark

Without any traces of wishful heart.

But the hands, the innocent hands I held for such a long time,

Are nothing more than helpless brat

Are nothing less than a cold help.

Scurrying, passing between the oaks and street,

Families cheering for the incoming Eve.

But me,

Were held loose by time, day and night.

“He’s stupid, he’s stink, he’s sucks!”

Are the words fly on me

As an insult to my existence,

But i’ve never plan it- so far.

And it is not my mother’s fault too

Nor my father’s selfishness

But...

The snow that fallen on my cheeks are part of me

And there’s no need for tears to drop

Cause the snow will freeze this thought

And leave me alone on this old, wooden bench

Waiting for a hand, or two

To hold me up and walk this road again

But no one ever did.

The Eve is about to come but it is midnight

And the window on my right is still bright

And night falls, together with tears

And hungry ears

And grumbling fears

Shall be the instruments for the sonata tonight

Settings:

winter, on a street in the Victorian era

Description:

Children who grow up parentless see the world in a different perspective than children who have their parents do. Aside from having to grow up faster, they tend to appreciate the little things more because they realize that the things we often take for granted are far too precious to ignore. For example, when a mother and a daughter are celebrating Christmas together, we often do not think anything of it. In fact, that just seems like a normal, common, everyday thing. However, through the eyes of a motherless children, it almost brings tears everytime she sees a mother with her daughter because she longs for that feeling of being able to shop for groceries with her own mother. Little things like that, that we often subconsciously take for granted mean the world to a child who is parentless.

The world already seems to be a massive, humongous place to a child as it is, but through the eyes of a parentless child it is far more extraordinary than meets the eye. Not only is it hard enough to grow up with both parents alive, but without one or both parents each day of growing up could be a little more difficult than yesterday was. Parentless kids think at some point daily, who is going to teach me how to put on makeup? How am I going to know what to do on a first date? Who is going to help me go school clothes shopping? How can I go to the mother son picnic if I don't have a mother? Questions that kids with parents have are already complex enough. For a parentless child, their eyes have to take a deeper look for their future, as well as their present.

Through the eyes of a parentless child, are things that even adults may never be able to see in their lifetime or even understand unless they lose one or both of their parents someday too. Aside from what parentless children see and how they perceive the world, are thoughts--countless thoughts and hundreds of questions that they will always be searching for the answers. Why did this happen? What do I do now? Where do I go from here? Questions that parents can usually answer for their children and guide them along the way are just everyday voids through the eyes of a parentless child.

So, do not take your life for granted and appreciate all the things you have right now....even if it might annoys you.