It\'s the little things
That seem to make him smile
Like the color yellow (never green)
And the song of a child
Chocolate he adores
Gorge he would if he could
Watching the weather
Word for word repeated
Verbatim, as he stood
Call him \'rainman\'
Call him different
Or just call him friend...
For he lives in his little world
No stress, no walls, just him.