HE was just a blue-eyed boston boy,his voice was low with pain,"ill do your bidding,comrade mine,if i ride back again. then they rolled his body down a hill admist a bloody red rain and they threw him in the Waters wide to cease his screaming pain and i dont mind the pain,dont mind the driving rain can you cook sew,make flowers grow,do you understand my pain?are you willing to risk it all or is love in your vain? father of loneliness and pain,father of love and pain to kill with no pain, like a dog on a chain, we grope,and grope in vain, for children born of her pain. yet could we turn the year's again,and call those exilles as they were, thought to have crowed it in again,for though love has a spider's eye, trying to find out some appropriate pain,though all passion in the glance and that this pleasure is like rain,not sent ye for to drown your pain,but to make it shine again their hands for pain, ill entertain and the horror of our fallen is written plain,every secret,self revealing,do you wonder that we drug ourselves from pain?we are lost to love and pain.................... call me A.T.L.-$IM$, just another kid trying to make a name for himself since he was just a boston boy who felt nothing but pain all day,all night,all year all long didn't care about life nor pain