What if i told you a story, 

A story of dreams and desires.

What if i told you a story, 

A story of great proportion.

There was a young boy, 

That grew up in the streets.

The streets full of despair

and misery alike. 

There was a bright light, 

a shimmery glow.

The desire to succeed, 

given to him only at birth. 

The boy grew up willing, 

To struggle and fight.

He believed in the good, 

with every breath he took. 

Today he is grown, 

and life is not willing.

The daily struggles of existence, 

seems to haunt him much more.

Somewhere in time, 

he forgot what it was, 

to be living and free, 

in the streets of Hollywood hills. 

In his final hours,

surrounded by family and friends. 

He cried out for the heavens, 

to take him away.

He remembered his childhood, 

In the streets, in such despair,

Thinking to himself how he could, 

simply live once again. 

With his final last breath,

He finally remembered, 

the glow of existence,

he remembered, and left. 

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