ALONE
Alone I stand on my own two feet,
To fight the demons within the deep.
Asleep I fall, in search of someone to hear me weep.
Three brothers, which I share by blood.
Solemn, overprotecting and shadowing, the name from mud.
Alone I stand, I walk, I run.
No one behind, not even a ghost to soothe my gloom
Days are long, nights are a struggle,
I fight to survive the family trouble.
Between the three boys I feel as a clone,
I walk, run, and cry alone.
I have overgrown pain and distress,
the family feud, despaired, and crude.
“Going back home is a place to be,
with bitter sorrow, in search of clarity”.
Home is a place your heart should be,
when gasping for a breath of serenity.