I am no laughing old folk
who jiggles, awaiting death's painless touch.
Nor am I an old weeping man, whose soul is in debt with the sorrow of a lost friend
I am just a boy
who has befriended and welcomes dear death
I am just a boy
whose weeping soul creates dark poetry with each painful tear
I am just a boy
who sees darkness as weird light
I am just a boy
who sees fear as false images of what the world told you not to have faith in
