He sits alone in the dark, cold night in the rain
Afraid of what lies inside
Afraid of the pain
Kissed by a fist instead of your lips
He is so innocent, undeserving of your hits
He wears his scars on his heart
His life has become tragic, not a work of art
Can’t you see the sadness in his eyes?
Is it not enough for you when he whimpers and cries?
Beaten and bruised
What did he do to deserve to be abused?
His hurt shouldn’t go unnoticed
I refuse to leave him there broken and alone
I vow to help him before he’s reduced to skin and bone