All he sees is the dark rage,
and it has grown darker with his age,
He isn't much different now,
yet it is like I don't know him somehow,
Though my heart does now ache,
it is of love, of it I make no mistake,
It is hard to watch the pain,
and see the hope in him lost to obtain,
All that we provided was but one light,
I'd watched it dim till gone with an absent fight,
Life can be so remarkable and gentle,
especially to a mind gone legally mental,
And it is scary now for us all,
The cries and the screams that echo the hall.
SDPope
Jan 25, 2010
Jan 25, 2010 at 5:37 PM UTC
All he sees is the dark rage,
and it has grown darker with his age,
He isn't much different now,
yet it is like I don't know him somehow,
Though my heart does now ache,
it is of love, of it I make no mistake,
It is hard to watch the pain,
and see the hope in him lost to obtain,
All that we provided was but one light,
I'd watched it dim till gone with an absent fight,
Life can be so remarkable and gentle,
especially to a mind gone legally mental,
And it is scary now for us all,
The cries and the screams that echo the hall.
SDPope