The church stood on one side

The street on the other

And I was the illegitimate child

Scorned to non-acceptance

Bound to redefine the limit

That could not be reached

Forced to hide in the shadows

And feign mediocrity

Amongst an erratic people

Drowned by the blood in the water

Burdened to submit to the will

Of the ignorant child

I do confess that I am troubled

A hopeless pubescent

With an addiction to the

Empty pleasures of life

Fated to reside in an incessant

Character of shame

A little boy who was told

He shouldn’t dream

Crying from Hell hoping his

Gentle Whisper would redeem him

Sigh no more, cry no more

For a soul has been sent

A second person to understand

The man no one knows

My confidence resides in him

A world split at its extremes

Fighting with illusions and truths

Struggling with what life means

Me and the boy who knew