Symbols

Zunbo was alone With only two paths to go His symbols in his hand His dream was to perform in a band The elephants stomp A tigers roar All Zunbo could see was a giant door He opened it up With a loud creak The entire room was swallowed by a shriek The Symbol bashed together with a clang Before he knew it his new friend began To ran " Please don't go I don't want to be left alone " He didn't understand Zunbo chased after it Before he was left empty hand Running and running Clash of the symbols Getting louder Before the room was engulfed by noise They both embarked in a room Full of Zumbos favourite toys Memories flooded his head And soon he felt an agonising feeling of dread He remembered the toys He once played as a kid The first symbols he ever got A musical instrument he loved alot A year trickled down his cheek A voice kept shouting Endlessly in his head " Don't let him get away, or you'll end up dead " He stopped and stared At the toy he once loved And began to realise all he wanted Was soneone to hug He was all lonely Never had a friend Not even a family To greet him with a gentle corresing hand