The Man
There used to be a man in the body
One that was strong and smiled
One day she broke his heart
He was never again the same
He wants to find his old self
And doesn't even remember his name
He was once kind and giving
Knowledgeable and smart
But she took all that
And ripped his world apart
Deep down I hope he is still there
For a second his heart could see
The world for it's every color
I wish that man could be set free
Under the skin
Under the pain
Deep under
He is still sane
There used to be a man in the body
One that was strong and smiled
One day she broke his heart
He was never again the same
He wants to find his old self
And doesn't even remember his name
And as far as he has fell
He's still falling
As much as he's hurt
The pain won't fade
He is still drowning in the current
And can no longer wade
There used to be a man in the body
But as anyone can now see
He is long gone
My spirit has left me
Copyright © Matthan Atherton | Year Posted 2010
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