A person who's story was already written before he was born |
Never asked thrusted into It's what the child is faced to do Entrusted with everything understanding all Knowing of the rise and of the fall Being told to put all on hold even when getting old Knowing of all the answers Solutions creating more enemies Night skies are seen in awe, bringing back a flow of good memories Returning home will not be an easy task Always realizing never having to ask Fronds are the carpet on which covers the dirt Path is long and narrow leading up to a day of sorrow Betrayal will be on a massive scale Signs of the end and becoming very frail Physical attributes of a man With a past that had a long life span Suffering many mental anguishes Staying strong in his father’s wishes Staked up and propped up for all to see A final sacrifice made for you and me Followers weeping at your feet Hoping and wishing for his place in the seat A final mortal stab comes with anguish and sadness Afterlife of suffering has begun Hoping and wishing to again see the Sun Dealing with lies and betrayal on a one on one bases Cringing on all that is offered Knowing it is not theirs to give All goes black He believes he's going back Seeing his Father if only for a moment Opening his eyes, moving the stone Finally the warm Sun is upon his ghostly body |