The boy I was before
Was he this man
Was he this frail human being
I miss him
I miss the fleeting innocence
I miss the short season
Would he be sick
Would he gag at the sin
Jesus did die for me
But was that for the boy
Or was that for the man I am
I could reach out
But my arms feel so short, so weak
I fight these dark stains
I fail so often
Even when I see the joy of my soul
I stumble at the finish line
I stumble with the load of another
How do I throw off her load
How do I step forward as that boy
As a man
I miss the freedom
I miss the light upon my shoulders
I will fight in the darkness
I will fight in the light
Until I am the man that boy could have been.