THE LONELY SON
I go forth a lonely man, many others before I,As some lay weeping, others lay and die.
I have almost what a man, could want out of life,
Two wonderful children, a loving wife.
Yet the guilt doth surround me, why am I here,
A young man has died, out of misfortune, out of fear.
Fear not for the masses, yet fear for everyone,
Fear not for the masses, But fear of the lonely son.
The lonely son has spread his fears, o'er a distant land,
The lonely son has cried his tears, trying to make a stand.
A stand for what he thought was right, a stand that took his life,
Without this stand a young woman, was waiting to be his wife.
I have almost what a man, could want out of live,
Two wonderful children, a loving wife.
Yet I go forth a lonely man , a lonely man am I,
I held my brother in my arms, I felt my brother die!
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