So who is this, look in that face one time
and tell me what you think is really there
don’t look away, let desperation prime
the pump of courage, strip the bastard bare
and stand him in the light to see if you
can feel the truth behind the lies, exhume
the buried secrets long kept out of view
let this dishonored creature disentomb
himself and introduce yourself to you
addicted, wasted, faithless, lost, defiled
afraid and ripe to do what he must do
a lonely, solitary muddy child
and when that child says “who will stand for me?”
get up and face together what must be.