There are moments That you never forget, Those gnaw at you heart, With talons of regret, They keep you awake Through the darkness of life, Lacerating your wounds, With the plaintive knife!
They kill you not, But kill they do, They make you hate, The man called 'You', They make you cry, And wail and shout, And spill your tears, lamenting out!
For why you lost, To the weakness in you, For why you earned, The blemish anew, For why you couldn't, Stand at all, Where expected you were, To be brave and tall?
There are moments, That make you realize, You are a man so feeble, So small in size, That whenever in life, The torrents are strong, You try escaping, Through the path often wrong.
