Marc Spector knew how it felt to be left behind.
Left behind, lying in his own blood, to die in a desert. Only to be resurrected to be used as a hammer by the god of the moon.
Marc Spector knew how it feel to leave behind.
Left the place supposed to be his home behind at age 18, never looked back, never came back, never faced what it meant.
Marc Spector knew how it felt to let people down
Let his brother down - it is all your fault!
Let his wife down - you brought a killer to him
Marc Spector knew how it felt to be let down.
Let down by Elias Spector, the man who was supposed to protect him from harm.
Let down by Wendy Spector, the woman who was supposed to be his mom.
Marc Spector knew how it felt to abandon and be abandoned.
Abandoned his wife - the woman he swore to protect.
Abandoned by his mom - the woman who he was not protected from.
He was just a boy
When the man with no fear
From the moment he arrived
Became his survival
Didn’t leave him behind, didn’t let him down
Didn’t abandon
Marc Spector did not know loneliness
And he made sure
Steven Grant will not know how it felt to be abandoned