Seldom does the passage of time deliver the respect that the soul deserves
countless times a man has argued to be delivered from the once mighty hand he serves.
But retribution in its right mind would turn its back at once
As it is known among the masses the extend of one’s intolerance
guilty with a desperate plea he runs
until he finally catches his mind staring at the sun
a realization too conscious and pure
slowly turning back to face that horrible cure
lights glimmering tantalizing him home
Defeated again and tired as a stone
when if ever will heaven descend
to find many giving their hearts out to mend?