Disadvantage
The true advantage
For those without the upper hand
Are the ones truly strong
Not saying the rich cant be as well
But how can any of them be strong compared to man who has survived hell
Trapped in a cell
Of circumstances
That trances the mind
Desperately trying to find why me
What do you see
Why do this to me
And seem to elate with my dismay
Right now and every other day
What do you get out of my sorrow
What will you do to me tomorrow
So twisted so confused
And bruised
A broken spirit
Wishing to hear it
Words of salvation
Not just for him but his nation
The people that also feel pain
But those that succumb and go insane
A man who can withstand pain
Can withstand anything
And everything
Because what pain can be greater
Then the huge hole in
Your own heart