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Infliction

He was just a boy alone in journey of life 
Morals, high standards upon family name he walks 
No recollection to memory, just brief thought in mind 
Certain image portrayed, locked away in the depths 
A way of life's poverty, morning dose's of the syrup 

Just a toddler throwing sticks on tobacco, outhouse out back 
Lucky have running water, bath's from bowl 
Remember days fishing with gramps, never knew his name 
Growing older, riding tailgate before sunrise sky 
Two different families, world torn by mishap 
Lasp of times memory, I do not know but bits and pieces 
Where did life go that I've grown like yesterday 
Struggle, eyes see reality of man's existence 

It's true, one can love but be so heartless 
Streets, beneath cardboard box hunger thirst to be 
Dark woods, blackness to emptiness lonesome 
Do we give in to fate we live that we die here 
We lay our head in hopes of bread to taste 

Not proud of which man force upon the soul, 
evil they touch in wickedness 
I must forgive myself for that I inflict but with change perfect my being 
Integrity of my heart still weak but image is seen 
Not the man of the world but the world in the man 
The man I am, I give myself who I represent 
Not of mankind I walk but a journey to perfect a being

Copyright © Steve Harvell

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