A Story.
I'll tell you a story of a man and his times,
how a hard life once had him so blind.
To fill, to be still, to be and to let go,
I know this man and I've seen this show,
Burdened by a past not so right,
just wanting to rage and take flight,
But on sobering mornings this what he felt,
alone.no one with him, no one there to help.
He bottled his fillings smoked away his tune,
a troubled young man wanted to die to soon,
Better to be dazed then fill the past,
rather be drunk then to hear them laugh,
Tagged as a sinner,some one going no where,and no where fast,
he be leaved the hype thought it wouldn't pass,
I can't remember the time or the place,
there are no still frames of when he changed the pace.
Maybe it was in a child's tears, or love that he thought he'd never find,
but this man woke up and he was no longer blind,
Tears ran down his face, guilt made it's case, remorse now had a face,
a sorry man he now stood, not broken just out of place,
After the smoke settled and the past laid to rest this man found way,
contempt,in love with hopes and dreams he stands today,
No longer stoned to believe, drunk to the future, humbled to the light,
this man found a way to make it all right,
This is a story of a man who just wanted to be,
this story is of a man I found in me.
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