He cries, for his heart is Brocken
He sobs, for his world is crushed
He hides, for he wishes no one to see
He's lost, for his compass is Brocken
Is the no cure for his soul
An antidote for his ailment
A remedy for his despair
Or prescription for his pains
He walks this world alone
Facing a future of stories untold
With a scar in his heart
And a limp in his stride
In shatters is his ego
Agony is his emotion
Bruised is his pride
In tarters be his soul
Bury not a man in so much pity
Sentence him to oblivion
Give him not a knuse to hang himself
Nor give him more to commit a crime
Free from bondage he may be
Only loneliness he may feel
Give him back his glory
Give him back his smile
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