A lifeless audacious dream smeared on a boy like a vile cream
A father's reclusive vision conquers a young domesticated mind
With a torrent of sly praise, a son relives deceased days
As he's forced to follow his father's ways, himself he'll never find
A destinate will is reborn in him, himself he'll never find
Only Solitude will save him from being blind
A portrait drawn with a bias line is what he uses to define
His son whose tenuous form is compressed into a rigid mold
He must mirror the perfection etched on a prestigious complexion
In cede reflection he hears his father say, "God knows you've been told."
A voice addressing itself says, "Remember what you've been told."
Only Solitude will save him from the cold
Visions of grander and wealth blind him to his son's deteriorating health
His son is killing his own soul in a desperate attempt for attention
He'd feel like a sculpture crafted from a foreign culture
As his father victimizes him like a vulture with perverted conviction
his father plunders him like a gold miner with perverted conviction
Only Solitude can save him from affliction
His personality his father wouldn't accept so into solitude he deplorably crept
Hoping that he could reforge with his father an ovate connection
His soul on its knees, his father it trying to please
But all emtions freeze as he feel his father's rejection
A soul that is actually a puppet feels it's maker's rejection.
Only Solitude will give him protection
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