The Vestige of Youth

You left me alone, with a wounded soul 
When I needed you most 
A ghost 
Of what used to be whole 
A shadow of a Saint 
A shadow masked by a smile of pain 

A wanderer, a vagabond
Destination unknown 
Alone 
But pretended nothing was wrong 
A vestige of youth 
Who grew up too soon

Outward appearance deceives
A vessel of lies 
No cries 
But no ones believes
That he's fine 
That everything is alright

Hands try to guide 
He pushes away 
Afraid 
To let them inside 
Too much pain in the past to give in easily 
Those who never learn, repeat history 

He wanders, he sees 
The offer is sincere 
A tear 
Thanks God on his knees 
Something solid, a foundation in a life filled with sand 
And a sorrowful man