this boy comes from a blue city,
happy and sad at the same time.
his words are heavy and pretty.
he is young and is in his prime.
he started this when he was small.
he sad he was sick, but still shined.
he went home; tried hard not to fall.
this boy is known, yet still is kind.
but now, it has been a few years.
he now performs; rides a tour bus.
we are proud, and we share his tears.
because we know he lived like us.
he was blessed with notes from above,
so he can chase his joy with love.
