Throbbing hearts and bleeding inks

It was a glaring moment Eyes locked on mine A bullseye won't be rare I was handcuffed by their stare  What if you fall , boy? What if you fail? ... But hey,  What if I fly?

The freckled kid - I have so many dots, I wanna take things one step at a time. The short lady - You are not that far from brief. You are only down-to-earth. That doesn’t sound like a shortcoming. The stammerer - They don’t get it. All you whitely want is for them to never forget what you say. So you simply coil the next month’s reminders into the present to make a fine repetitive word-necklace. Time is money! The living room- Heard Papa Nimo died on his couch.. Jeez, thought that was the place to escape death! The fat kid- O look! I have found where my balloons have been hiding all these while. The skinny dude - Break a leg, bro. (A sec later)...  Nevermind 

[Solo]🎵 Leaves from the vine Falling so slow, Like fragile, tiny shells Drifting in the cold Little soldier boy, come matching home Brave soldier boy, Come matching home Come home, come home Come lay your head on the feathery cloth, Lest you'll be down with the cold. The sun is old And darkness threads its blanket folds. The stars my son, The stars, They envy your glow. Mum.. She understands your flow and Never puts you on hold. Waiting... Her love is pure gold, Balmed in myrrh And buttered with rubies. One to keep you going, When your knees hurt And back breaks. Mum knew I had a heavy tongue, Reading aloud to the hearing of others Gave me chills. She knew I had my own war to fight. When words slipped through my lips, And sense was farfetched, Those days when my friends would laugh at my stammer And mock when I breathe, Mum would say "Na tsui mibi. Muu k))y) pii dani owie." She always had this hope, This undying faith that everythin...