A boy of eight sat quietly behind a closed door.  
He lost himself in his made up places.
Staying put in reality had become quite a chore.  
Sweat streamed down his face as his mind raced.

The fighting had escalated past screams and yells.
Bloodied lips and bruised faces were now the norm.  
He's tried to concoct incantations and spells.  
To construct a shelter against the growing storm.  

One day he learned that she was leaving for another.  
His entire world would be flipped upside down.  
He knew every little boy needed a loving mother.  
He was ravaged with pain as he wore his thorny crown.  

His father made ends meet as a single dad.  
But the bottle soon became his only friend.  
He watched from a distance but was quite sad.  
Not even his hug made his dad’s sorrow end.

The boy began his tumultuous teenage years.  
The father remarried but it was shallow tonic.  
The boy found his relief in a shower of beer.  
The father stood in the shadows, isn't that ironic?

The boy became a man but kept the pain within. Morals and ethics were lost in a strangled haze.  
He decided to move to the city of lights and sin.
There he met someone and was completed amazed.

His name was Mark and the streets was where he dwelled.
He talked of freedom and the power of belief.    
He spoke softly but the exuberance he expelled.  
Changed his life like the color of an Autumn leaf.

He found his purpose thanks to a vagrant man.  
He left that city and vowed never to return.  
As he travelled back his eyes began to scan.  
Somewhere in Utah his soul started to yearn

He pulled off the road and saw a visual scene.  
There were canyons of color and a voiceless song.  
Infinity sat before him as God intervened
He finally found a place where he belonged

He stayed in the landscape for about a week.  
He made promises to the night that he swore he'd keep.  
As he drove away a tear streamed down his cheek.  
It was time to get back to the world of sheep.

He went back home and settled into his old routine. The beers flowed and the good times ensued.  
He had already forgotten what had kept him clean.  
His plan to leave again was a vision that was skewed.  

He got behind the wheel of his beat up car.  
The city of sin awaited with her unfurled legs.
Fortunately for him he didn't get very far.  
The oil spilled from the engine like a broken keg.

Little did he know that fate had stepped in.  
He took a job he planned only on keeping for a while.  
One night he heard the door open and lifted his chin.  
There walked in an angel with a school girl’s smile.

I’m guessing you already know the rest of the plot
He knew he loved her long before they ever met.  
She knew his soul was everything she sought.
To this day he’s forever in a homeless man's debt.