THE MIND OF HOPE & COURAGE

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