You See, It’s Like This…

Incapable of love
To have and to hold until death does part
Committing to a purpose
Sanity or insanity, which, is listened to more

You see, it’s like this…

Always thought, a child left to rot
Without want from a mother’s heart
Would end up dead by the time he’s ten
That was when the brain opened up
Fighting back, cussin’out
School calls dad, come get your son
Year after year, became more severe
The hate inside can’t stand it here
Time to go, pack a bag and leave
Lonely nights, frost bit hands
Wandered out to nowhere lands
Found the coast where the sun sets last
Pushing brooms, cleaning toilets
Taking scraps from half eaten sandwiches
Making bed on wooden park benches
Vowed to be free as a black bird
Roaming here and there, no care nor need
Without a first love, the heart will never bleed
Watching the world roll by
Leaves me wondering why
I chose to be the who is me
End the line that’s coloured red
A name no more to be read
Vanished, when a final breath is bled