And it brings me to tears
I think of you all sometimes
And I hope that everything got better.
DeShaun, I hope you got away from your Aunt
Who was physically abusing you
And I hope you realized that you are
A beautiful, honest, funny, genuine
Person. And it doesn't matter
Black, white, straight or gay
I still think of you everyday.
I remember when you first came in
And you wore you're black and white converse
No shoelaces of course,
And I remember outside
The way your smile brought me light
I thought, "If you could get through all that life has thrown at you
And still laugh at make jokes and do what you do
I could get through this too."
For 2 or 3 days we spent a lot of time together
And you counseled me on how to cope
And all these other people in here were hooked on dope
But that didn't make them a bad person, nope.
At least not in my eyes,
Maybe in the nurses, yes.
But I cried
For you when I got home
And I just didn't know
If I would ever know if you were going to be okay...
I still don't know how you are today,
If you're still here
Or if you took your life away.
I hope that you realized
What a genuine guy
You are
And what your family called you
Was UNTRUE.
I miss you.
And you are always in my dreams
In that place
The place where we were.
I cry thinking of you
I don't know what to do.
I miss you,
It's true
I hope you found hope and I hope you found an open ear.
I miss you, dear.
