He whipped his soul
His entire life
For what was not his fault
And now the scars
of all the sounds
were there for all to see
I saw the boy
I saw the whip
I saw through all the pain
I told the man
He was the boy
And he was not to blame
The man’s tears fell
He dropped the whip
And hugged the little boy
His burdens fell
His wounds were healed
And now he tasted joy
