He never thought he mattered
It’s hard to when on your own
Hard to find a way and purpose
When searching all alone
Your hate and your pain can be over
I’m not talking about redemption
It’s never going to be heeded
Your disdain and your rage can be over
Without exclusion or exemption
Never expected never needed
He was locked in his hell today
With violence trapped in his heart
Surrounded by the other
Unable to pull his chains apart
Your faith in your jail can be over
I’m not thinking about extinction
It’s never going to be wanted
Your anger and your fear can be over
Without a single distinction
Let go of forever being haunted
He still has the choice to make
But in his hand he holds the key
The land he creates is his making
Not for us to force, only to wait and see
