A Picture Of Life - Camouflage

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 coward’s choice

He scorned his son

So inhuman

We shook our heads

And turned away

We also denied

That we knew him