HE WAS AND HIS.
The child of my eyeswas to be gone before me
in sorrows tale and deadly awe,
A year ago his dream feels me
nourish life hard faces and will to
make tomorrow better than this day
but today news came his life snuff out
and the beauty of stillness hangs in
grief,tears, agony and the pain of death.
He was young,bold and vibrant trying to
make a difference with a mind that speak
wisdom of youth,search for the truth, in everone
he meet touch and pass with a shout, live good man.
For he was and is my mind,in time heart a while,
did enough to strive during his time,vibrant and
wild times some say gods time,in man and hand we walk
bold face tyrant heart dev*** angel will never strive.
for in their heart they curse god and will die.He was
and is Jens child.
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