I knew a boy who liked to draw,
he drew pictures nobody saw,
he was most artistic late at night,
in the bathroom out of sight,
he drawings were different,
no paper or pen,
but he needed a bandage now and again,
we laid by the river under the stars,
he rolled up his sleeves and showed me his scars,
he felt embarrassed and looked at his shoe,
but I rolled up my sleeves and whispered,
"I draw too!"