• His heart is big, hidden behind bolted doors
    His eyes delightful, smile fresh and a lure
    To a handsome boy, scared and pure
    He's quiet and dark, yet sweet and mild
    What a beautiful thing is he, that child
    He isn't so young but to the world he may be
    Fingers crossed, let's hope he doesn't flee
    Let's hope he stays near and out of the woods
    And hope one day he says, "I knew I could."