You were always the young boy,

holding fistfuls of dreams,

that bled your innocent hands,

abandoned by those you trusted.

You were always the cool dude,

with ideals far superior.

Desired by many a vain person,

but never for the real you.

You were always Mr. Excuse guy,

whose tales of drama spun wildly

entangling the world around,

Yet not one who sat and just believed.

You were all this and more,

in every step of this life.

Commanding attention everywhere,

but receiving not which you bled for.

But to simple ol me,

you were, are and will be

A wonder;

by thought, word and deed.

You will always be

just to me,

the one boy

who set me free.