He has tried his hardest to build a good life for his wife
and son, to put food on their table, yet for some reason,
He can’t find work that’s stable, and nightly, he’s pacing the floor
Honestly doesn’t have a clue what to do anymore
He’s like a feral animal, trapped in a cage,
there’s a bitter storm swirling
round in his mind fueled by brokenness,
disappointment, and rage
By: J.N.R Dutton
