The Sins of the Father, the Price For Retribution

So much has changed Looking searching high and low but it slipped away Why can't I find it Is it under the witness protection listed under a different name I remember dreaming at night about how things would be mundane and cascade its way in to the plane in which the soaring was placed Where did you go Why cant you be easy to find like waldo But no That wouldn't be life That would be a theater seen at the back of our eyes at night Hold on I'm coming Might not be on a horse of white and armor glistening off light But I'm coming Maybe bruised battered and hungry Maybe scarred bloody and mangled White knuckled from the obstacles Half blind in my opticals Running from causes that are probable Holes imbedded through ligaments and parts of my digestion T-shirt wrapped around wounds pressing Hair gray from stressing and a shell shocked tick like terrets and Collar bone exposed knee caps blown Sticking outta my back arrows throat closed narrow With my tongue dried up looking like bone marrow Hollering to a bellow Smashing watermelon pumpkins and mangos I will find you Love of my life I will find you God hasn't blessed me with this heart to blow this too If he can strengthen this sinner an ordinary dude Then this too he will allow me to do.....Peace