You were as scared as a little child.

I will always love you.

To choose a path to follow is not by force but by free will.

I can’t keep on walking in your shadow.

There is no shame in showing emotion.

Time with the people you love is never enough.

I stumbled through the lesson life taught me.

I wrote this poem about a guy who was forced into servitude at the age of 10 after his parents were murdered for their beliefs. He became an assassin who worked for the same people who had his parents killed and ended up killing the people just like them. It was a really sad story that I read a very long time ago, though I don’t recall the name of the book. I picked it up while visiting family out of state at a library.

The flowing words, flowing intimately inside my bloodline.

To feel unable to move forced in your life. Your childhood make your mind. Your parents heard you like animals in a direction that seems to be just right, but is it really.