a destiny is chosen
the path proceeds
the dangers forewarned
but still, hope recedes
the empty table with me in the centre
spotlights on the chosen one
hard to avoid hungry gazes
and the mirror to see what i'll become
it's hard to be like my father
it's hard to make my brother understand
need someone to lift me from these shadows
sometimes all you need, is a helping hand...
abuses and curses, insults and fights
in our souls, dims a fading light
why cant you take me as i am
and set me free...?
is it your love or hollow hopes
that one day i'll become
what you couldn't be...?
it's hard to be like my father
it's hard to make my mother understand
it's hard to be like my uncle
you cant always ''be a man''...
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