I met this young boy who showed me the world
Who told me that life was not grey or white
People would come and people would go
But all that mattered was how cruelly they would fight
He showed me what he dreamed to fulfil
The dedication he had, seemed to work uphill
The dreams he possessed was laced in pain
Every day was a challenge, a lesson to gain
Clear cut in his views he would speak of a time
When together we would live, within reason and rhyme
Where cribbing and bickering was a twist of chance
Where every microcosm was spellbound in a dance
This young boy was generous and jolly and kind
He rested all problems of mankind in his mind
We knew we could all depend on him
His passion was different, flowing over the brim
The only thing that bothers me now
Bearing the brunt of everything around,
Taking care of everything he holds dear
In the end, who WIll take care of him, I fear
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