A lonely soul; Abandoned young Deserted by the ones he loved Passed along; The odd one out His bed each night, another couch One single grandfather took him in The only one that he called kin He moved in; New kid in town Soon got tangled with the wrong crowd Drugs, Parties, Late night fights *** and *****; Nothing was right Out of control; The law cracked down His new home-A lonely cell Locked up, stripped down; His only friends Cold floor and bars; Paper and Pen His body trapped for his wrongs His heart set free by his own songs His poems, words, thoughts, and fears Collected; Written; Throughout the years When he was out, shared them to her He took to her as his own mother Good for so long; He tried so hard Didn't want to go back behind bars The drugs and *****; They took their toll Was so high; Yet falling so low They said he'd die if he didn't go cold But his sin had too much a hold Died in his sleep; Could have been saved If only he'd lived another day A beautiful soul; Sadly gone Leaving a tender heart alone Elderly soul; Alone at last Ninety-three; His life's fading fast His only tie to this cruel world Was a young boy filled with hurt
The tattoos, piercings, and hideous scars All that he acquired behind bars Were on the outside; Nothing more Than another note added to the score It's not the parts, but the whole Not the body; But his beautiful soul