Young boy denies his age and seeks out older games,
going to be a big man, bigger than
the world of
happy innocence.
Young boys with old men's mouths
have found him in their ways,
he must show his quality and faith in moral dissonance.
So
balanced on the edge of all the goodness he has ever known,
he takes one last look at all he's leaving.
But the jeers and jests of brazenness
revile the ways that he’s been shown,
and almost drown the inner voice that's pleading.
Your whole life falls before you now.
we reap all that we sow.
A man now, who burned his youth and aged but never grew,
stares through cold eyes barred
with steel
that hides the crying child inside.
He numbs pain by making more for others to endure
and he's held from better ways
by the
veil of his unyielding pride.
The city lights are darkened by the closeness of the alley walls
and here the old man falls and
begs for mercy.
Suddenly the veil is torn
as the young man hears his father's voice,
in shame he owns his dying heart is thirsty.
"Is
it too late," he calls in tears, "to turn from where I've soiled my years,
can I still find, somewhere, a life of meaning?"