The Lost Son by Abelard
Oh please ne'er forget me though earth now lie o'er meI was once young and handsome and my spirit ran freeBut wretched confusion overcame my delusionAnd a family in mourning for the son I couldn’t be.A young lad with feelings too frightened to knowI was fearing and trembling for the loss of my soulAmid struggle and fear my family did prayThat my demons would leave me, no longer to stay.
When I was a young boy with skin t’was so fairAnd tussles of curls adorned my hairI was thoughtful and timid, my books were my friendsI kept to myself for playmates were rareOther boys would avoid as if I were uncleanTo them I was different, another poor queerRelentlessly teasing, they taunted and sneeredAnd thrashing while mocking and brought me to tears
Down trodden and saddened, I was in despairFor within me these feelings where none could compareMy family, they loved me, their souls were laid bareBut to them I had fallen to the great tempters snareAt length, I made my choice - I wanted not to liveI dreamed of a peace only death could giveSo one day when alone I found some pillsI finally found peace when laid on the hill
Oh please ne'er forget me though earth now lie o'er meI was once young and handsome and my spirit ran freeBut wretched confusion overcame my delusionAnd a family in mourning for the son I couldn’t be.
Friday, October 1, 2010
The Lost Son
The recent losses of some young family members has brought to mind the lyrics of a song I've been working off and on for the past couple of years. I'm not finished, but I felt moved to share this work in progress.