He knows what it’s like to stare death in the eye;

So many people say that he never tried.

He’s hurt and he’s broken;

That much is true,

But he wasn’t always that way.

He was once strong,

He once did go on.

He once fought

For his beliefs,

He once treasured

That felling they call love.

He once knew her,

He once held her,

But she took that away,

And made him into what he is today.