Stands on the edge Boy yet to become a better man A father, a brother, his lost mother Weak at the knees but they never seem to bend Open his mouth to spit you out Skies bleed red as his eyes, they cross right out Do you feel the pressure built on doubt Screamed this so many times that his voice has thinned out A feeble mind caused by apprehension dictates his self-worth Only carried on indebted to his maker Dragged through the mud as his ankles wear thin Lived a life that was never meant for him Lived a life with hate confined within But now a man, all he knows is to feel love is sin.