The Boys Perspective

In the middle of West Texas
Around the Old Tascosa Trail
Lives a bunch of boys and girls that all have a story to tell

From broken homes to broken dreams
Some have lived a rough old life
Knowing only about the fight, the scars, the pain, the strife

Coming from a place of hurt, to a place of love
Not knowing about reality when push comes to shove

It’s a new chance for freedom, but freedom has a cost
Growing up with out your family you feel scared, hurt and lost

Knowing that it’s better than where you’ve been before
It’s hard to understand why you life has been so poor

You hear the people talking and telling you what to do
It’s real hard to not rebel because that life is all you knew

So you deal with all the trouble the scars and the pain
Hoping to understand why your life must be this way

You listen and you try to do what is right
And deal with all the pain inside through prayer, through talk, through fight

You hope to leave this place a better person, a better man
You struggle with your insides to do the best you can

As you think about your future and the Journey that lies ahead
You can’t help but be scared to death because failure is what you dread

So you just keep on praying and talking to the men
Who have lived their lives just like you
And have learned to wake up and try again