generalisms:

You don’t know pain, you haven’t seen his eyes:
You haven’t seen a young boy’s innocence die.

You haven’t heard the sound of crushing dreams,
And the fear in his heart as nothing is what it seems.

Pain isn’t real until you’ve been through hell.
‘Til you’ve given it all and have nothing left…

Damn, Mark… You really are hell bent on changing the entire emotional composition of my day every time I stalk you… Also this is very very good, but then again your stuff always is…