They

What's trapped inside a man.

They

Why can't they see
what troubles me?
Why don't they understand?

I'm just a boy
with tears of joy.
That's who I really am.

There was a time
I did not mind,
what they thought of me.

I made my plans
and took a stand.
then prayed on bended knee.

Sometimes I cry
I know I'll die.
I'll never know just when.

I can't control
what fate may hold,
what happens in the end.

With purpose clear,
I'll show no fear
and reap the seeds I sow.

I'll lie my head
upon my bed
in one last final role.

When years have passed;
through looking glass,
then they will understand.

The times of test
are layed to rest
for the boy inside the man.