Behind the boy who's not good at communicating, Lies a world of thoughts, a heart patiently waiting. In a world of texts and tweets, he may seem quiet, But his mind's a symphony, a place of riot.
His words may stumble, his sentences shy, But his thoughts, oh they soar, they reach the sky. In a world where words can often deceive,
He finds solace in silence, in what he believes. So let's not judge, my friend, by what we hear, For the quietest voices, often hold what's dear.
In a world of noise, let's listen with care, For the boy who's not good at communicating, has a story to share.