There is a boy
And a car
And a heartbeat
Racing
There is a man
Spun out on the side of the road
There is smoke and heat
Rubber and street
And simple honest fun
Now a gun
There's a boy
And a pistol
And a passion
Blazing
There is a man
Sprawled out on the bathroom floor
There is smoke and heat
Crimson concrete
And feet pounding earth
Now a birth
There is a boy
And a girl
And a rythme
Fading
There is a man
Cut out of flesh and of womb
There is smoke and heat
Burn holes and sheets
And two decades to learn
Now a turn
There is a car
And a girl
And a gun
Living
There is a man
Watching the three with disgust
There is smoke and heat
Broken hearts in sheets
And earth died red in despair
Now it's fair.
In one he is youth
In smoke and heat
In one he is strong
And smoke and heat
In one he is born
Of smoke and heat
Give me fire.
Give me life.
Give me eyes.
Give me rights.
And a man
Not a boy
Shall i be.
Cryptic puzzles tangle, with one truth in hand.
There is no such thing as cowardice in man.
© 2007 Drifter
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