My friend. Who are you?
A young man with strong arms,
A mind that watches and grows
With every passing moment becomes elder to you,
But a heart of a child
Struggling to keep your innocence.
The reserve, agressive facade has fallen
To something more better.
Though even now and even then
Maybe had I watched over you better,
I can say with a soul that's priceless,
Your effect is timeless,
Maybe no one acknowledged it my dear,
But it's there and so are you.
So who are you?
_dedicated .
