Lost Poem by Joseph Cross

Creativity leads the lives of all,
Makes civilizations rise and fall.
Bringing us to do such things,
As heal a sparrow's broken wings.
To write a poem, that leads to a song,
That makes all feel that they truly belong.
All from the mind of a small lost boy,
Bringing the Universe peace and joy,
Only to find that he was wrong,
And must destroy his wondrous song.
Thus is the cycle of our lives,
Like being pierced by razor sharp knives,
Dealing with sorrow and misery,
This is life's true mystery.