Not A Poem, A Song Poem by Heather Owens

He did nothing wrong
just a poor soul
in a world too cruel
making in through the day
just trying to make a name
giving of himself for a better future
for a life of opportunity
a rise to prosperity

Luck didn’t matter
just a wall to climb
no matter how high
feeling down wasn’t the way
pushing forward no matter the pain
too bad for his stacked fate
he just needed to escape
to find the way to be great

No matter how far he went
he was pulled back again
No matter how hard he tried
he had to start over with pride
this was the only way he knew to go
so he tried and tried

Thought is was all right
but that was a lie
blind in fright
never seeing with his eyes
never did he want to live this way
never did he want to feel this way

No matter how far he went
he was pulled back again
No matter how hard he tried
he had to start over with pride
this was the only way he knew to go
so he tried and tried

Tired, cold, alone
no soul, no home left to go
the fight ate him up
the life spat him out
now he found his way out
No matter how far he went
he was pulled back again
No matter how hard he tried
he had to start over with pride
this was the only way he knew to go
so he tried and tried
but before long
his soul was dead
the last try was what killed him.