Where is he?
You know the one.
The one that travelled, trailed, lived and sung
Just who was he?
That prodigal son?
Who thought nothing of friends, foes, fears or fun
Was he lost
Throughout the years?
Beneath the poisoned stabs, relentless jeers?
Or has he grown
A man unknown
Shedding the skin of all he’s ever known
Can it be
Was a man reborn?
Drowning, gasping in a font of scorn
Into the light
The man he was, lost to the eternal night
I see him still
He’s weary, fractured but there’s a strength, a will
So here he is
You know the one
I’m here, still here, not quite ready yet to be done…