Stolen
A stolen child has no control As that child becomes a man Now nightmares consume his evening The truth is all that's needed
no power o'er his plight
fear lights a flame within him
pain feeds the rage of white
his pyre is hidden well
then suddenly a spark ignites
an inferno to rival hell
and heartaches cloud his day
his soul in eternal peril
and a past that's locked away
to douse the blaze of fright
to calm the inner child
and escape the chains of night
