Pain heals the wounds of a runaway

Who solemnly swears to put the gun away

Some other way

No birthday wishes, no fun on a summer’s day

His happiest memories rest in his Mother’s grave

Shut away… but not forgotten

That’s why the thoughts he’s jottin’

Went from ripe to rotten

And these tracks feel like a box he’s boxed in

A cog man whose watch is locked in

Always Watchin’