Poem: "The Man Who's Seen Both Sides"
No one knows the pain
of the man who's seen both sides,
the glory and the splendor,
the evil and the lies.
Beneath his mask of silence,
behind his tranquil eyes,
stands a spirit shattered--
he's fallen from the skies.
He flew too high and far.
His success was his demise.
Now up from his ashes,
this phoenix must arise.
Blood may one day trickle from the young man's heart once more,
and another fleeting love may walk right out the door,
but no matter what tears well up in his saturated eyes,
gone forever is the pain of the man who's seen both sides.