He veils himself from the rest of his kind
His tangled spirit writhes for survival
That stolid face reveals naught of his mind
He gropes for peace and craves its arrival

A beast lay trapped in the cage of his form
He’s mastered the act of being “OK”
An ignorant soul in a ruthless storm
His sanity tends, oftentimes, to stray

He bears a wild mind and a rebel’s blood
Only God could redeem a boy like this
Moods envelope him in a blinding flood
The flavor of venom is in his kiss

His attempts to change are to no avail
And, without God’s grace, ever will he fail