In the dark mystery anew,
Laid a soul less man all nude.
Lurking in the shadows that knew,
Just how much of life was aloof.
If we only knew, the amount of pain he endured.
We'd be writhing in emotions all brand new.
Cursing the gift all people praised to be precious.
We'd be frowning down at it disgusted by it's placement so gracious.
If we only knew that the life wasn't all cool.
If we only knew all the intentions of life so cruel.
We'd be frowning upon the possibility of a new,
Life we were about to pursue.
If we only knew.......
What all he went through.....
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