Embers spreading,
The flames are slowly starting.
As his mother holds a long glass pipe,
Coughing from weed when he's only fire.

Sparks are smoking.
When his dad offers him a drink,
He declines and does what's right.
He is only ten at the time.

Edges burning,
As his non blood brother starts drinking.
And he's surrounded by abusive druggies.
He starts losing it at fifteen.

Sides are scorching.
As the cops are crooked as can be.
Mother confesses they can walk away.
The fifteen year old does what's right all the same

Now he's nineteen.
And his entire mind is scorching.
Therapist lied his real family left him behind.
That's when he began to lose his mind.

Only ashes.
All that's left extremist madness.
He knows that there's people better for this.
But they won't do it so he's the best he has.