Soaring high with a smile,
Voice that never comes down for awhile.
Talented in many things,
Always knows what to the table he brings.
Scarred in a place not many see,
Only use of the kingdom we,
See his pain, his affliction, his sorrow,
But we'll always be there to better it tomorrow.
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Poems of friends
PoetryJust poems of people I know, and used to know. Cover by KBunnson. Aka A Misleading Name
