The Tortured Soul.

Quiet and alone he sits there in pain.
As the morning sky turns to dark clouds and rain.
His life is so broken only scars remain.
He can feel his dreams slipping they're all going insane.
No one here can see how he cries.
No one here wants to, or will even try.
His memories re tell of his tortured dirty soul.
Raped and abused he never feels whole.
The things that he lived through.
The blacks and the blue.
The pain and the horror.
Are not something new.
But somewhere in his soul there is a light spark.
A brightness that shines right out in the dark.
A hero that fights to keep you from pain.
Somebody to love, to unlock the chain.