A Hero’s Son

watch me breathe deep
in blind faith
footsteps trace
through once bloody battlefields
forcing pride
in

Haunted by my painful past

I struggle to cope and endure

Into exile I have been cast

Though my heart remains pure

We all

The past, it is behind me,
Unsightly and grotesque.
The pain, the angst,
The horror,
Behind me,that is the best.

Though

When praying to my God for his attention,
And asking why these things should hurt so much,
My past was catching up and needed

Tired and hurt by their deceiving
I had given up believing
in a Mister Right for me
I faced a lonely destiny

But then you