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The Race

I'm in a race all by myself,
Nobody understands.
I look to family to provide some help,
But it seems to be a demand.

I need to feel as if I'm worthy,
To really be called a man.
I can not work, I'm often moody.
No one understands.

I do not like the way I am,
It makes me very sad.
The way my mind works sometimes,
Makes me very mad.

I can't express the way I feel,
I just want to be a part.
But the battle that wages inside my mind,
Will never let me start.

I have such love inside of my heart,
I can't show the way I feel.
If they could see past scars of a thousand battles,
They would know my love is real.

To be the way I used to be,
Would often seem so great.
But the visions I deal with every day,
Tell me it's much too late.

To lie in bed and wonder,
At every little sound.
When's the bad guy coming,
My house, he's finally found.

I know deep down there's no one there,
I know I have to stop.
Is this the price I'd pay for the job,
When I chose to be a cop.

Why can't I lie my head down?
Why can't I rest and sleep,
Without the fear of what I've seen,
Coming forth to reap.

How do I tell my little son,
I'm afraid of dark and night,.
While telling him not to be afraid,
Of anything in his sight.

To me a hug is golden,
A kiss is like a prize.
God, help me overcome this thing,
And heal my tortured mind.


© Kevin Hale fop86@hotmail.com