For something must be said

A looker in his youth, with dark black hair and eyes of green
Could sell ice to eskimo's or snag a beauty queen
He had a fire which burned within, which he could not control
If it be loosed it served him not, for it would steal his soul

Whence did come this demon, that lived inside this man?
Are some of us born cursed and torn, a life without a plan?
It hurt to watch the fire burn, a Mother's heart would break
So Mother never knew the truth..Twas secret for her sake

He moved along all through his life, with friends from far and wide
He had a wife and children, and kept them by his side
But soon the demon summoned him,and he could not resist
What wicked power does evil sow to devour a man like this?

He soon became unbearable..he loved his demons more
He lost his wife, and family..a gruesome open sore
He tarried not..for in their stance..he found a lady friend
Replacing love each time he lost..when would this madness end?

I can't for one imagine..the pain he must have bore
The scars he must have hidden, or what had gone before
What darkened place inside a man can be his ruination,
without concern for anyone..a snag in God's creation?

Oh promises of life and love..what road did you go down
My footsteps would not take me to the place you ran aground
I had such grand intentions..My hopes were dashed and spurned
My tears would fill an ocean..my heart was charred and burned

For years I hid my failure, imagining it was mine
I took the blame inside of me..I showed no outward sign
One day I came upon the truth..my mind had opened wide
I purged the guilt, it wasn't me, your demons told you lies

I'm sorry for the ending..but please know that I prayed
I asked God to help you, to be there in your last days
I think my prayer was answered, I feel a peaceful calm
The fire is no longer burning, the demons now are gone.


In memory of W.P.L. Deceased Dec 11, 2007