no turning back

he took a long walk in the park
wondering which way to turn before it got too dark
there were heavy shadows on the path
and noises in his ear
he didn't know a life with a loving woman
nor a life without cold fear
but his step was firm while he focused straight ahead
he remembered all the hurtful things he's heard said
it's been too long a time since he was a child with laughter in his eyes
gone blind too soon under an abundance of family lies
they were heavy and he felt abused
worn out like an old shoe, soulless and overused
and the night was growing black:
there would be no turning back.