Sometimes I often think what treasures now would lay ahead
If I somehow could turn the arms of time
back to days before the lulling doldrums of regret
when mem'ries still stood innocent and kind
Before the the nights I shivered as a child all alone
In shadows of a room unkeen to bliss
For father never let me build the memories he had
Nor let me have a friend which I could miss
And always was the room to be as clean as he see fit
lest solvent fists beat merciless top my face
But in the thickets of the woods which lay behind our house
I often ventured deep and sought escape
What could I be had I the chance to change that sullen choice
To bring to kitten home which I had found
Would it not have been snatched from neathe my grips into his hand
Its fate to lie, neck broken, on the ground
I often think what monster could bestow such pain; regret
unto a childs mind of only six
And what unhallowed demons in a soul as dark as his
Skulked athwart the depths in graceful twist
I often think would I not be imprisoned by the sight
Of blood and violent clamor 'top my thoughts
If only I could somehow find a way to conquer rules
Reversing steady movements of the clock
But then I think had tragedy not stricken me so young
My words and gifted secrets might not be (and)
Without the riven memories as a boy I have beheld
I fear today I might not stand as me

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