you don't want to know

he is hurting in the deepest darkest place within
sometimes he calls it by another name than pain
he screams in a voice that cannot e'er be heard
aching for someone to hear this silent woeful cry
he suffers beyond words a heavy searing sorrow
how does he fare this day along the pilgrim's trail ?
how is he doing really ? you don't want to know !
don't ask that which you're not prepared to ken
he is that honest man you've been warned about
any wise sage will advise, beware one such as this
he's bound to tell you what you do not care to hear
don't ask him where he's been or where he's going
he could never tell you as he cannot know himself
he can't recall the day he forsook his worldly name
somehow it just seemed not to matter any more
he is hurting in the deepest darkest place within
most times he calls it by another name than pain
don't ask how he fares along his pilgrim's journey
he has no choice but tell you, and believe me well
how he is doing really ? you don't want to know !