He lost his way, he knows not when.
Chasing false idols he mistook for men.
He'd lose the child, if he only knew then -
He'd find a way to be a man again.

They say its easier said than done.
I say, not poetry.
Its easier done than said.

Give me a break!
Sometimes, it’s too much to take.
The winds have not been kind to me,
for I am the dark horse in your wicked games.

I’m making my way, often slaving away
Given a chance to start over,
I’d choose not to play.

‘It is what it is’, I say, and let it be.
I sacrificed my youth at the altar of perfection, thinking, ‘How bad can it be?’

I try to be, more than eyes can see.
But I’m just a shadow of a terrified kid,
hiding behind my fallen dreams.

It’s all so dull, the colours have faded -
I couldn’t do much when the demons invaded.
I’ve been dragging their chains for far too long,
never whole, never free.
I’m sorry!
I’m just not used to it, like I used to be.  

Yet I see a light, though not as bright
It flickers every night, telling me to put up a fight.
I must protect it from the ungodly winds,
lest it should die somewhere deep inside.  

But I'm only human, my friend.
Please don't be so ******* me.
I'm tired of losing sleep over
the promises I could never keep.
There's no way out, it seems.
Guess I'm in too deep.
**** it!
I’d rather be the dark horse
than the black sheep.

Do me a favour,
please don't lose your faith in me!
I locked away the things I loved,
and now I can't seem to find the key.
I'll be back before you know it,
ready to go again, on the count of three.
Just give me a break!
I’m not used to it, like I used to be.