Truths to Better Times

Dear parents of this black earth I'm a blushing sea fighter Or can't you remember? My origin has been declined By this harmful head of mine It's enrobed in a grave halt Do not pass this line Counting dysfunctional families has become Of the days meant for scraping knees Should I dispel thoughts like these? Should I? Should I? I miss when you kissed the cuts And your lips seemed to send A warmth for me to straighten Now that's all gone and absent From a man that needs to strengthen I miss it... These truths to better times, so sure Should never falter or worsen But they will remain behind the curtain