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
Sex and Booze; 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 booze; 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