There’s more to him, beneath those eyes
That seem so dark and dead.
It can’t be seen to passers by
His shield’s as hard as lead.
There’s loneliness behind that face
And ache for love and care.
Desire provokes uncertainty
Of feelings spread out bare.
The present reminds what the past has held,
His memories of joy.
But the future is a different world
Where he’ll drift alike a buoy.
And on that rock it’s often hard
To think of what’s to come.
When minds are charred until they’re scarred
it’s easy to be numb.