A day, a boy

The day is replaced again,
And the little boy can't find his way,
He lost his way in the war that was,
Soon, he will pave his way to life.

A day is chasing days,
So how can we guess what is made,
in our world or with the boy who's gone then.

A day, a boy, a little boy who was forgoten.
The boy was me,
inside a battle field.
Day after day, I hoped.
that someone is thinking,
about me or anyone,
who was there.

A day, a day that lost his way, and,
Suddenly the time is gone,
and the mounth left.
And what about that boy,
what about him, now.
What with my soul,
how can I know that she's still there.