Teenage years were the coldest,
Held his first cigarette at age 16.
Chose wrong friends,
This was the phase of a ‘Rogue mindset’.
On a rollercoaster of emotions each and every day,
That innocent boy was gone!
Was he gone for good?
They had to move far away,
That town was toxic,
Money got in the way of many’s dreams.
Dreams! Dreams! Dreams!
On the Boulevard all lost,
A dark forest!
Falling from grace…
In the moment of War!
A moment of self-introspection.
It was now a time to account for his mistakes.
Hurt a lot of people along the way,
It was time to apologise and rise a new man!
The days of being a boy were over!