A Picture Of Life

A fine young man,
A picture of life,
Dislikes himself
In the mirror
We saw him off
We talked of love,
We talked of sin
And forgot him

A fine young man,
A picture of life,
Died alone
In the gutter
We drank the wine,
We felt the pain,
But no-one felt
Like his mother

Father's not there,
A cowards choice,
He scorned his son,
So inhuman!
We shook our heads
And turned away,
We also denied
That we knew him