Revolte
04-03-2010, 03:04 AM
Through misery grew a man
Of pride and selfless heart,
In which was used to please
The bitter, blind and tart.
He felt to great avail
When his arms would wide,
He's given one to hold
His loving, rustic pride.
But surely came a day
Stressed with power's pain,
Reverting to a child
His selflessness would strain.
When that day did come
No one knew the truth,
He gave up on his loves
And settled for abuse.
Of pride and selfless heart,
In which was used to please
The bitter, blind and tart.
He felt to great avail
When his arms would wide,
He's given one to hold
His loving, rustic pride.
But surely came a day
Stressed with power's pain,
Reverting to a child
His selflessness would strain.
When that day did come
No one knew the truth,
He gave up on his loves
And settled for abuse.