Lost Soul

Neglected from the early stages of freedom/ Passed along the road of per-diem/ State of perplexity/ Family defines cruelty / Love leaves no strings behind?/ Where art tho our lord for ones lost out their mind/ Anger seems to be the only memory that survives A parasite Not on the rise but with every climb/ It rediscovers a way to be defined/ With every step, regret is an act of nature/ Uncontrollable/ Undeniable/ Becomes an addictive way of life/ Without Christ/ There is no seeing past the negative strobe lights William K. Butler