He was there but not for long,
With not many friends he left
like a hallow song.
I watched over him from a
distance,To many he was
nothing,a shadow,a ghost prince.
It was until he was gone that he was missed,at war where he gave his last breath.
All it took was a second for his life to change,we all could have made our own fate.
That second could have made a change,where he no longer had to hide behind a facade.
