I know a man,
Who has struggled,
Bled his own self,
So love one wouldn't suffer,
Ever since he could understand,
Every instance he had to fight
And take a stand,
I cry inside when I see him endure,
Knowing his pain,
Death is the only cure,
Every morning he wakes up,
Doesn't question his life,
Nor the struggle,
I see him coming home late,
Never pissed, always with,
A smiling face,
He works hard enough,
Still the life he is living is quite rough,
He still carries on his work,
As if he is life's only pawn,
Through this misery and pain,
I ask him why does he stand,
His simple reply,
Will make all you understand,
Through the choices in life,
Most of us avoid strife,
I did what I had to do,
Flying the coup
That's not what I thought,
Keeping in real in life,
And see what happiness,
it brought.
