I know how he felt,
he felt so alone,
because he had no place,
to call his home.
His head down in his hands,
all the tears he has spilt,
he cried so much,
from all the years of guilt.
We never thought,
he would run away,
we keep the thought inside,
that he will be back someday.
I know how he felt,
he felt so sad,
because he thought,
we treated him so bad.
He can only try,
to try to wash away,
all the feelings,
that make up everyday.
I don't know if he knew,
if this is what he deserved,
but we gave him the proper,
treatment that was served.
He burnt every bridge,
for him which was built,
this is one of the reasons,
he has so much guilt.
We all love him,
but he has lost all of our trust,
he watered down our compassion,
so much that it has begun to rust.
He needs to find himself,
before he is wanted back,
my love for him,
has turned from red to black.
Sometimes i think,
I was being too hard,
but i've seen this shit first hand,
and i've been scarred.
I have to sit here,
and beg and plead,
because i know by no means,
that it's the life to lead.
When he was around,
I let my anger get the best of me,
I thought it was right,
now my mind is clear enough to see.
He needs to clean up his act,
and come back home,
I cant stand the thought,
of him roaming this world alone.