For he stumbles through it all
Lost for all but one
It wrenches, it’s the life blood
Once a father, brother, son
Searing in the middle, retching, pleading, done
Never never again, but the battle is not won
And with a clever bandaid to heal the stinging sun
Banana bag of vitals without the pellet gun
Promises and lies cryptic messages besides
The sweetest realease, oh how I crave you he cries
My love for you will not, but my faith in you has died
But of course there is no problem, none he can confide
Steeling candy from a baby, to pay your sickness need
Promising yourself that you would never do this deed
Nothing sacred, nothing spared, somewhere inside I know you cared
Lost, my sweet brother, lost and finally scared
And he tortures us with his words
With the hope that they would hold
His word was once his bond and worth its weight in gold
How could he become what I now behold
And through the darkness onward, a shaft of light that blinds
And we should be so lucky, to leave the past behind
It is the aching loss and grievance that we hide
That burns like an acid as we crush it down inside
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