Tell me your story little man.
Of your heart revealed like Sun.
How the light breaks through the trees.
How you’ve forgotten your once scraped knees.

No longer a child handicapped by sin.
More concerned with what’s within.
You have grown up into a man.
From no obstacle have you run.

Within the heart of all proud men.
Lies a shard and the question ‘When?’
Because when we grow up it seems,
Death becomes closer than our dreams.

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