Devil's child to the world,
He was kept as an attraction...

Winter's rose begins to bloom
Green fades into myth and dream...

I am driving in my car,
On this late and dark night...

The puzzle of my life,
100 Pieces sit up right...

Somewhere in the valley
beneath a surface of trees...

Lights embellish, showcasing bright cheer
flowers are frosted white and pure...

His father lives in jail
Never to be released into the real world...

One
promise...

Through sorrow and tears
learning to move on and learn...

Night creeps in,
Replacing the light of day...

Looking upon the pale horizon
where my fingertips once rested...

My pain remains a mystery,
Of clues you can’t decode...