Standing the Hurt
With the hurt in his eyes,
The blood on his hands,
Scars on his flesh,
And wounds on his skin,
It's amazing he can stand.
The memories of his past,
Cloud his mind,
Misused,
Abused,
His parents dead,
He has a strong head,
But there are those days…
As the blood begins to rush,
His head begins to rush,
As he thinks of his misplaced trust,
He looks at the one he loves.
How could the one that he raised,
Grown to become so brave,
While he was always afraid.
