Dear parents of this black earth
I'm a blushing sea fighter
Or can't you remember?
My origin has been declined
By this harmful head of mine
It's enrobed in a grave halt
Do not pass this line
Counting dysfunctional families has become
Of the days meant for scraping knees
Should I dispel thoughts like these?
Should I? Should I?
I miss when you kissed the cuts
And your lips seemed to send
A warmth for me to straighten
Now that's all gone and absent
From a man that needs to strengthen
I miss it...
These truths to better times, so sure
Should never falter or worsen
But they will remain behind the curtain