Fatherless Son

by Stewart   Feb 14, 2007


Cultured Men

A man with no future

carries a bullit in his pocket

in search for a gun

reality so far gone

happieness and love faded away

only to be consumed by fear and pain

running away

just to hide from all the pain

doesnt matter what he does

he wishes he knew

how long it would be

before he could excape from

the torture he suffers from

the sun rises and falls everyday

only to count another day your gone

just another day without you

his mind filled with words

that deliver hate and pain

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