Born into a world that chose the wrong,
A truth denied, a silent song.
He walked a path both brave and steep,
A soul too fierce for them to keep.
The small town whispered behind closed doors,
Fear and hatred like sharpened swords.
But Brandon lived with honest grace—
A man who fought to find his place.
One night the darkness found him near,
With fists of rage and voices sneer.
A cruel betrayal, hate’s grim art,
That tore the flesh but not the heart.
They tried to steal his rightful name,
Erase the fire, douse the flame.
But in the echoes, loud and clear,
Brandon’s courage still draws near.
A name remembered, a truth that stands—
A beacon born from broken lands.
Though violence tried to snuff his light,
His story calls us to the fight.