The Irony Of Lucky
No one said that life was easy
No one said that life was fair
But those words are lacking in description
For the torture and despair
That he found
When he realized
That there had never been love in her eyes
It was all a fantasy
A wish never to come true
Now he only wishes that he knew
That this would be a hard road to travel
Chasing the headlights on another night
Making that drive
And thinking of how easy it would be
To hit the gas a little too hard
Just to set himself free
Maybe he would be better as a memory
But he has too much to live for
Little angels
One two three four
So he fights this disease
Of body, mind, and circumstance
It’s a dangerous dance
When death is leading
And madness is the music playing
And the fact
That she is watching the suffering
Goes without saying
Is she sadistic or just sick
Does it matter?
Take your pick
She gave him the greatest gift
The undeniable love for a child
But then to manipulate and deprive
And leave him begging god
While he cries
And wants to live but feels like he will die
He is one
When he should be many
If only he could forget it would be ecstasy
But their names he whispers in his dreams
The desire never fades
He longs to be a father and a playmate
The burning need never abates
And he can’t forget what has been taken away
So sing a lullaby
On those lonely nights
An intoxicating song
That blots out the ache
The poets lied
When they said that love is all it takes
The truth is that love complicates
Love can be a weapon cataclysmic
But children grow
And realize what love isn’t
And they know that despite the obstacles
Despite the peril
Despite the detours
He traveled that road for them