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Noah, who was just 14
Noah, who was just 14.
He liked strawberries
And chilly mornings.
He told me things,
Noah did, the boy was young and free.
Yes, sometimes home sucked
And he will ask me stay behind to play a match of volleyball,
Or maybe we'll dance in the rain.
And build sand castles
And call them our kingdoms.
We were just 2 boys,
Both 14.
He smiled, he laughed
Noah looked stuck.
Life was getting boring,
Summer arrived,
Noah, who was just 14, was about to change.
We stayed together,
For only 12 days out of a million,
I wanted him to stay
Because Noah was too precious.
I knew about the bruises,
The hospital visits,
The pain and hunger
And dying flames.
I knew of rebellions,
Of asking to be free.
He was loud, my Noah, he asked to be free.
Oh, I didn't understand why,
Why couldn't they see?
Couldn't they see those pretty blue eyes?
Couldn't they see those fleeting moments of smiles and unending fame?
Couldn't they see the boy who loved Star Wars
And sang songs made of stardust and pretty little lies.
Noah, who may just be 14,
But he was so much more.
He was scared,
He was scared to be.
Why did they do this?
My Noah, my sweet Noah.
Who whined under his breath but never complained,
