Purpose For A Lost Soul
I was living in the land of nightmares;
And the only man who could have cared
Wasn’t there
And the woman who knew, she didnt share
Till i was twenty five i think she couldnt bear
To face it, damage done
And no way to change it
Carried on now i have sought to embrace it
My heritage, it is not from ancients
Yet still it came from the highest places
The terror still sits in my deep places
From when fairy tales and reality matrixed.
It took me years to discern the fakeness
I was just a little boy;
The fact i’m even a little good is sainthood
But I am not your saviors toy.
Nor am i the devils i dont have a side
I meddle
But at the end of the day im just a family man.
My little one looks just like me
And in him yeah, i might see
A restart in a sense for me
Like my life again but rightly
I’ll do everything to see him grow
Put him on a pedestal
Never limit him, always show
compassion.
Break my back to make sure hes comforble
Sell my soul to make sure he’s fed;
At the end of the day I’m a nothing,
He’s the future,
Im already dead.
