There’s a host of hurts we come across. None of which alike. From the air inside the birthing room. To the darkness where we die. Though I feel I’m just as strong as any man I know. I’m not able on my own. Carry round the secrets. Only heaven knows. Crawl into our darkened rooms where only victims go. Though I feel I’m strong enough to carry all this load. I’m not able on my own. All my actions false or true. Selfish motives I will use. We were born with knives in hand. Trained to kill our fellow man. If we’re not better than the rest. How will children do their best. Find your patience find your truth. Love is all we have to lose. I’m not able on my own