Can you feel it.
The tip of it sits on my tongue...

Heart pounding.
Again and again...

I moved out of your life, but not far enough.
The next couple years were rough...

Everything that you ever told me was a lie.
And with that I never question why...

As I close my eyes.
My conscienceness dies...

He dreams of his childhood that won't ever come...
He dreams of his nightmare's that fades to black...

He dreams of his dark past.
His dreams make his nightmare's last...

The word rings in my head.
Over and over again...

So much pressure and stress in this life of mine.
I wish I could find a place to relax and unwind...

Soon to be the prince he was meant to be,
I'll hold him up high for all the world to see...

I wish I could make myself forget.
Everything that you won't ever regret...

The four year old boy is covered in bruises.
I can tell he feels it's uselessness...