Never knowing from day to day
What pain you would endure
The chaos you called "childhood"
Was lonely, filthy and poor
You hid your tears and contempt
Holding your head up high
You said, they may kill my flesh
But my spirit will never die
The echo's of "your no damn good"
You've proven them untrue
And one by one those little boy dreams
Became accomplishments to you
The man that you've become
With the strength and courage I see
Alone you've taken on the world
And your truly a hero to me
©S. Austin Vincoski
