Scars are the hard times he's faced
I see the pain dripping down his chest
For all the time he stumbled& messed
He's  knelt down, prayed& confessed
He writes poems at night out his head
To inspire the living and the dead
For a life of waking to no tea or bread
Is one he knows so well, one he led
He wipes tears off everyone's face
And fills hearts and every empty place
Speak of comfort he gives without greed
Understanding cause he once was in need
He doesn't charge, he's not a skimmer
It's his dream, he's not just a dreamer
He's a sunshine with rays of promise
And out of all historic cities,craves venice