On the second of May
a little babe was born
much like any other child he was
bright eyes
small nose
ten fingers
ten toes
born pink and crying
his name
Sam
But this child was destiny's child
destined to be battered
by the harsh winds of fate
He was not to live as other children live
he was not to know safety and
Sunday picnics
At six months
Mother and home were taken
blood and fire
yellow eyes and black smoke
No home
no mother
the backseat
of an Impala
became his cradle
Innocence lost
so young
this cursed child
and the darkness
lusted for him
Dreaming child
dreams of a better life
a safe life
turned to nightmares
dreams of fire
Twenty-two trips around the sun
blood and fire came again
and won
His dreams burned
Destiny came
told the boy
he belonged to darkness
all his hopes
all his faith
in vain
But this golden child
with inner light did shine
with faith
with courage
with love and
sacrifice
He defied
his destiny
choosing instead
free will
He would not be
Hell's Boy King
he would not be
Lucifer's hands
to burn the world
And that bright boy
chose free will
chose freedom
chose the path
of sacrifice
of love
and with that
won
But the boy
now a man
his path
is not yet done
thirty-three years
around the sun
and yet the war
is not yet won
his road not yet done
this child of May.