battered bleeding broken torn the bastard son struggles on on shattered knees and broken dreams the pain inside silent he screams yet onward he goes on and on he never knows why his birth was wrong he never had a god nor tasted real life never had a home nor a love or wife never had a family for him they did reject yet he stands by withstands their disrespect but near the end the time draws nigh his will would not bend his spirit soared high he found something something they never had and out of spite it made him glad when times were hard they would crawl he stood high and watched them fall through the pain the torture the loss he was given something something they never had and could not take away he had the strength to face another day and when all was said and done the family fell.... ...the bastard son.. ...lives on..