a man is bullied by his father and passes on the hate...can we help? |
abandoned, worry, hurt you're stripped of your self-worth the one's who claimed they cared have left you with your fears rocking back and forth singing songs of better days your heart is bruised and torn cuz no one's here today and now it is tomorrow you roam the stormy clouds you cry "this is for sorrow!" as you run another down another little boy a happy sad victim a chance for you to toy with emotions given him you think you have the right call it justified pain call it what you might but to him it's all the same you attack him with your words you tear apart his soul because they all hate you so you must hate them all you grow up old and bitter the memories sting your mind your eyes as cold as winter from the one's you left behind but part of you is hurting regrets possess your head your cold eyes start their melting down your cheek from what's been said and then suddenly you see while sitting there in your cell you're who you said you'd never be your gun had a story to tell now you pay for it daily no light peeks through the bars and you resort to blaming the one's who left you scars but your victim's hurt now and he's part of hatred's game and he hurt's others, somehow the vicious cycle stays the same but i guess i could help reach out to silent cries help carry the pain they've felt and throw down my selfish pride would it have stopped the man with the gun? would it have stopped the boy with the rage? i can't erase what's done but life's meant to be looking for ways to take a hand speak up show love to them stand up to you i say, "look at him!" his love for you is none the one you helped to spin into your father, you, now son you say that you hate everything say you want it all to end don't realize that you love one thing you love the hate within |