Where the Celtic Sea kissed the golden sands,
My blood spilled over the descending sun.
In the dark I wept while he broke my heart –
No longer could the world see what he’d done.
No laughter or games ’cause it was my youth;
In the dark I was not free to just play.
No kindness or warmth ’cause it was my youth;
The world saw me as just another gay.
Beneath his grip and perversions I squirmed,
While family drank and danced, they didn’t see.
In the dark I wept while they closed their eyes –
No one came to save me or set me free.
My terrified stare fixed the blood-stained moon –
They didn’t hear me under the starlit sky.
My kin stood by, watched me break, watched me cry.
With each thrust, I prayed God would let me die.
I raised my hand to He who died for us;
Prayed God would deliver me from the pain.
In the dark my heart blackened and withered –
In the hands of Christ, I felt my child wane.
No freedom or love, I was just a boy.
Forgive me ’cause I let him leave his mark.
Forgive me because I’m repentant now.
Heal my black heart and free me from the dark.
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