Branded

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Branded

Branded in a world that thinks I am no damn good.
Lost so far to righteousness, upon who's solid legs I stood.
That trusting page, wrapped in rage, cobble stone still roamed.
Dreamed again in passing nights rest, of the goodness in broken bones.

How I wished that she could hold, and see my loving grateful gaze.
The super man I longed to be, before I go cold, and hit the grave.
All was seen where broken limbs, a man whose dream had folded.
Do I have death to kiss, sealed with ink, my brand forever molded?

I no longer even know the man of whom I wished I'd be.
All I know are failed attempts, frivolous bravery none had seen.
I bow my head in tearful shame, grace had gone, I had not won.
A cry from a lover that I did not hear, I could have been a better one.

Stark embers glow in dark, where begging pleas surround me.
So bare the image seemed to be, embers calling to be stoked.
Soon hence the time does dawn of when my father laid down to die.
When that day soon comes to pass, I will say hello with love for him his boy.

The heat from the brand that scarred me, her love soothed for me.
Longing so much she'd feel true love, that dawn she did not see.