I've looked nto the eyes of a tiger,
yes, the one many fear.
a smile on his face, wit sorrow n his eyes...the thought lingered he'd b gone for many yrs.
there was joy but self pitty when he'd b with those he loved,
continuous thinkin will this b our last kiss laughs and hugs.
he has lil tyme to roam in this jungle called freedom,
i wonder would he disapear from world....call, write letters, will n.e 1 c him?
without him realizin exactly what i was doing, i glanced deeper n2 his eyes, came to a surprise...it was more than what he showed, i realized he wasn't different....he cries
