The Boy Who Knew

The church stood on one side The street on the other And I was the illegitimate child scorned to no 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