Stand on the edge

Boy yet to become a better man

A father, a brother, his lost mother

Weak at the knees but they never seem to bend

Open his mouth to spit you out

Skies bleed red as his eyes, they cross right out

Do you feel the pressure built on doubt

Screamed this so many times that his voice has thinned out

A feeble mind caused by apprehension dictates his self-worth

Only carried on indebted to his maker

Dragged through the mud as his ankles wear thin

Lived a life that was never meant for him

Lived a life with hate confined within

But now a man, all he knows is to feel love is sin