Where is he?
That man
You know the one.
The one that travelled, trailed, lived and sung
Just who was he?
That man
That prodigal son?
Who thought nothing of friends, foes, fears or fun
Was he lost
That man
Throughout the years?
Beneath the poisoned stabs, relentless jeers?
Or has he grown
That man?
A man unknown
Shedding the skin of all he’s ever known
Can it be
That man
Was a man reborn?
Drowning, gasping in a font of scorn
Stepping forth
That man
Into the light
The man he was, lost to the eternal night
But no.
That man.
I see him still
He’s weary, fractured but there’s a strength, a will
So here he is
This man
You know the one
I’m here, still here, not quite ready yet to be done…
