They say troubles come in 3’s;
I say that troubles grow on trees.
Smoke billows around weeping willows
And all is silent upon the tear-stained pillows.
In a young man’s room where shadows promise comfort,
The loneliness of the Middle dampens every effort
To be more than just a byproduct of lust and desire;
To be more than a pawn’s head placed upon a crooked spire.
They say troubles come in 3’s
I say that troubles grow on trees.
Shelters are prisons and forts are cages;
Punishments plus smiles are offered as wages.
Insensitively screaming “You think you got the stuff?!”
To the boy that dared to say “Dad,that’s enough.”
Other-worldly strength hidden behind weakness.
The strength of a man behind involuntary meekness.
They say troubles comes in 3’s
I say troubles grow on trees.
Yet there is hope amidst the strain
And priceless is the gain
When one survives the storm
And goes against the norm.
A Christian most suceeds
When troubles grow on trees.
