tears steam on your cheeks
taunted feelings pent up behind your eyes
your head is hot young man

share your sorrows

your shoulders ride low on a spine set with guilt
you are only human and your nature is not built on sin alone

there is room for reformation

your head may pound with the thought of relief
how to free yourself from homemade afflictions
chains fashioned by your own thoughts

key swallowed by your fear of change

you drown in a shallow pond, too ashamed to stand
you must admit, your feet not finding the floor may be fault of your own.