He was only five when his mother died.
Inches away from death she told him she had tried
To bring what she promised him as a child just born but
the world just had other plans…with her life when she had a chance
And the mystery will reveal itself on the other side.
He was only five when his mother lied
Lied about the world and that she’d tried
Leaving him alone was never in their plans
Mama and him vowed that they’d take a chance
They’d take a dance
they’d take a stance
they’d hold hands
and never lose a chance. But…
He was only five when his innocence died
while he tried to bring his mama back alive
He prayed and prayed to bring mama back alive
Promised the world to God to bring mama back alive
‘Mama’s my world, my shelter, my pride,’ but…
Mama’s just a memory now who promised she’d try
Promised him comfort whenever he would cry
not from pain, but what pain she could not hide
from his path…
of becoming a young man … a young man … a young man…
……..a young man …………………….. a young man.
He’s a young man now. Broken. Surrounded by broken lives. Broken everything.
What fucking good is he?