His eyes are filled with sadness
And his voice resonates hate.
He may try to mask it, but his smile he can never fully elate.
His heart is filled with longing
And feeling he can not understand
Because he missed his childhood and quickly had to become a man.
He wasn't left quickly, but the time and pain drug on.
The man he visited in the bed was a stranger and his father was long gone.
The goodbyes were not easy and time will make them harder.
His eyes still fill with sadness when he thinks about the loss.
He usually hides the hatred behind a joke and laugh,
A pitied young man on a burdensome path.