Written by: john tanaskow

a child gos hungry
shoes falling off his feet
the poorest kid he knows
needing a new winter coat
and boot to boot
a hardening process 
strengthening his will
for he knows not
what is to come
the trials, the screams
the faces to boot
the pain in his gut
preventing sleep
still he knows not
he will grip talons
with the devil

no way in hell
i came through this sh..
to lose