He wears the war band
He's fought his fights
He won the battles they threw at him
The fists. The fists!
Their fists. The rage.
They had their battles
He made love to the war ...
He wears the eagle feathers
He wears the beads
The leather strap about his arm
With tribal markings for freedom and luck
He is the war band!
He wore the Mohawk ponytail they scalped
Hatchets. The hatchets!
Hatchet
Boy hit hard, he gave it back tenfold
After he lost his mind ...
The eyes held the tears
A mouth kept many secrets
A body was beaten by them and the infliction
The animals walk with him
They were always his friends
He travels the road society never sees
Animals protecting him, they bite at the heart
Wolves howled in loneliness when he walked by them yesterday
The mind is articulate
Sleep, so short and restless
His heart is weakened but he still survives
Faith still remains because God gave us children
He is alone and sometimes lonely
He's been so hurt he'd give up his hand
Once lost his home, so he built his own world
He's been afflicted and beat the infection
He beat the attackers who now weep in the darkness
There is an apology in every good deed
People misunderstood what school raised a victim
Kids bullied while the teachers turned their heads
Did they see him hurting or just overlook him?
He sees the new victims,
So I philosophize
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