You beat my flesh, and you were the closest thing I had to a father. You put welts upon my body and then spread lies to my mother. You hated a child who only wanted your love, but instead got bruises that spread farther. He needed care and compassion from someone other then himself. He needed a father to show him exactly how to be a man who takes stands. But instead he got cruel harsh demands and scars that stretch beyond his hands. So now as he stares at the band which brings him fear. He sees the tears he begins to shed that are so clear and wishes that he had a true father here, but no one else is near to hear his shouts of doubt. Of what life is truly about... so he calls upon anyone hoping for a friend to dry his tears. Because the man who beats his spirit is empowered by fear.