I have a great mind
I have a good soul
I need to never let go of my faith
God is my lord
But God can restore
A lost mind in his own head
Making poems for his own mind
To feel at ease when he was beat
As a kid, he could never fight back
Once he got old he fought back
Against the people that treated him poorly
They would make him cry so they could see his pain
His only outlet was making rhymes and poems
So he would keep living in his autism
In his world of imagination
Only a few knew his real pain of hard work and hard times
Had no friends
Had no means to live
until he found a person to teach him the right way of living
looked up to him and when he died
The man never cried
Not because he didn\'t love him but because he had to be strong
They say his poems were what made him weak
But it showed his might to hop back on his feet
He never gave up on his poems
He never gave up playing instruments
He never gave up teaching himself how to sing
He never gave up his love for the world
All he wanted to see was for others to have love and peace
So he would never give up on his friends
He never stopped trying to be a good guy
He had a demon put in him
Because he was the only one to keep it inside of him
His name will always be a mystery
Because he spreads peace