5 February 2013
Growing up he was a stranger In a place they called his home A son and a brother But made to feel alone
They were all so happy Such a perfect little group And there were times when even he Felt wanted by the troop
But the happy times were few And often far between Because in his mind was darkness That from outside went unseen
The darkness that consumed him Was forged from all the pain The things they did in shadows He'd never be the same
But worst of all the question Of why it had been him Why wasn't he shown any love Why won't they let him in
Instead the man that hurt him The man that they called dad Told him he abused him Because he had been bad
Of course the child believed him He was only just a boy In the hands of such a monster A defenseless little toy
Now the guilt and shame consumes him He tries so hard to deal But he's always outside looking in So his pain can never heal
The Stranger • Opuss № I