Another Unnamed

It sits in silence On his lips a story best keep untold In his heart locked away lies scripture His conscience goes unknown On his young face, a painting of trouble and struggle and pain In his eyes...the devils cold disguised He fights the demons beating on the house of his soul He so young...but at the same time so old Little boy so African and bold with no faith and a fleeting soul As much as I try and save you Deep down I know all I can do is pray for you That you see the days of old That these streets don't turn your young black heart completely cold