Going back to the begining my mind starts thinking about the feelings and broken hearts a child born in loving arms that streched out for other charms the bottle controlled loving heart but that is not the important part taken from that loving one ripped away was her son. from family tring to do the right who lacked vision who lacked the sight for the just did not see what this small child could one day be taken from the home that had cared for him and asked to start life over again then settling in to misunderstanding the love that was there not withstanding loving and hating all at once made to feel like the family dunce loved no doubt, but misjudged by people with a standing grudge and no that child has grown to a man wondering the path wondering if he can and no he has sight now he can see and still does not know what he could be