Cinderella Man
Striding down the hallway, with a championship in sight
The boy enters the ring, to begin an arduous fight
The man standing before him, the man whom he sees
Is not the man whom he’ll battle, because that man is he
An inner turmoil brought him here
The rage inside, the puppeteer
His fear and the sadness are all he’s ever known
But fury and rage are all he’s ever shown
And now the moment has come at least
For the boy’s status and worth to be broadcast
Honor and glory, he assumes, will bring him peace
An end to the turmoil, to the pain and sorrow which will finally cease
The child within gone, or so he believes
A lost, angry boy who will never truly leave
And so he fights his demons outside
As the forsaken child abides in a cell deep down inside
Thus, the final bell is rung, and the victor is he
Euphoria rushes, as the boy believes that he is finally free
No longer a slave to the parents who left
A champion of the world, no longer bereft
The rage transforms into a joy hitherto unfelt
As the boy begins to cry in the arms of his gold-plated belt
Seconds, and minutes, and hours pass by
The joy the boy had once felt begins to subside
Left in a room, empty and alone
Disconnected from all, apart from any real home
Worthless again, the boy begins to feel
For the belt is just a belt, possessing no power to heal
