Love's Wicked Tales
His generosity is like an explosion,
As never ending as the ocean.
So sensitive with emotion,
A love seemingly endless with devotion.
The boy has seen so much,
And one day almost lost his clutch.
A chosen drug was his crutch,
Till one day it cost too much.
Into the pit of despair,
For a decade and a year.
Yet hope is now near,
I pray away goes his fear.
Hoping one day he'll understand,
That he needs no cocaine in his hand.
For cocaine only plays the band,
And like the conductor only he is in command.