Introduction : Bar scene

In the bar scene trying to fit with the crowd.
Pouring thoughts as the bartender pours the rounds.
  Music in here too **** loud.

All pretty girls in here look good for the night.
"Take you home baby, just to wipe the lies off your face. Let that beauty fall out of sight".

In here for the fun. Bartender pour another shot.
Take it to the head till I'm numb. Whatever it takes to get there, don't mind the cost.

A troubling heart if you searching inside this chest.
Looking for closure in a lonely drink. My soul never at rest.

Flip through the pages to understand of my story.
Of the pain I felt from childhood, to now using a drink to cry such pain.
Lost of my own identity, not recognizable by very own name.

I'm the troubling heart trying to fit in.

Chapter 1 : Leaving Home

Childhood memories. Mother lost of her lover to the war.
Hearing of Father's death over the phone.
Cut through me just like his rusty old saw.

School days, skipping through all my classes.
Teachers tried to pity me long. Till they too kicked me out for beating up the masses.

Mother had no time to deal with my troubles. Best friend the bottle.
Wishing for father's old motorcycle to work, just to leave this city on full throttle.

With all the residents looking at me with a dull eye when I frown.
With everything I once had in place now upside down.

Whole world laughing at you. Could I be it's clown?

Best be leaving this city.
To many days of better memories all dried out. Nothing really left for me.

Feels kinda empty.

Board the late night train with my cash of few.
Hoping in the distance days and cities I could find something new.

With nothing of much left, barely enough in my hand.
Washed up in my own tears like the ocean's sand.

Leaving this place tonight.
Be gone by the wind and the Day's breath.
Hoping well of something out there to be of my strength.

Chapter 2: Welcome

Lady on the train stares me down. Has a lot to say.
Looking at her face, she's the spiritual type. Not in the mood to deal with this today.

Sits next to me without a word. Greets me with a tap.
Tells of how she sees the trouble in my eyes, throws a Bible on my lap.

"He'll guide you, never forget that my boy,
Let He be your Strength and Joy"

Took her Bible just to be polite.
Doubt I'll peep through any page.
Thinking of her trying to know of my life as she's a sage.

Nearing the end of the train ride to my next destination.
In a city where strangers are easily spat out. Hoping well to be the exception.

I'll keep the Bible just to ease her Heart.
But she'd best not expect me to follow her "HE", for I don't know where to start.

"Welcome to the city of dreams", the sign boldly claims.
"With the big highlights and bigger names".

Well here I go to make my own name.