There once was a boy I knew, a heart so full of light. In a world only preaching darkness he held it all inside. The only one true innocent in this guilty generation. He walked this lonely dirt road with no one to hold and nowhere to call home. He walks the streets at night (all alone) with a cold steel 45 at his side. A little brother, a worried mother, a burdened father, says to his son: "No acceptance, you’ll find no acceptance." Oh courageous one, your life’s worth so much more than to be thrown away for someone else’s war. And as he pulls the trigger, his humanity gone forever. And after all these years, there’s still something there... My tortured friend, please come home soon, where you can finally rest your weary soul.
