A boy grew up
A hard life
Shown little love
Respect or praise
Was shown evil ways
Drugs and devious ways
He grew cold and bitter
In his old age
Never caring
Never loving
Now he lies on his death bed
About to die
In his last remaining moments
He starts to regret
Having never found
Or felt
True love or happiness
Will his soul be condemned
To walk in eternal darkness
And torture
Or
Will that one last moment
Of true honesty
Allow his soul
Another chance at happiness
To once again
Have the chance
To be the man
He was meant to be
Or forever be
The man that he is
Cold and bitter
Like a soul
Trapped in torture
© Jeremy Conn
9-15-02