Secret

The tears he shed
As he fell from his bed
Looking upon scraped knees where he bled
Flowing as a river bright red
Out comes a bright white thread
He sews his wound together like a couple being wed

Smiles, giggles, and laughs
Working with friends on crafts
Spilling glitter on mats with oversized graphs

Refusing to believe that his fate was sealed
He runs across the battlefield
Bearing neither sword nor shield
Only with his heart, against the enemy he refuses to yield

His birth was his curse
But to others, this verse
Was a blessing disguised as his hearse

Unable to refuse their cry
Flying does he come to their side
Never asking when or why
Always lifting them to the sky

A person who dares to defy
The status quo and refuses to die
Never saying good-bye
Remaining steadfast forever whenever things go awry

Yet he stands alone
Like a statue of stone
In a garden of sins he cannot atone
Wearing him down to the bone
Yet to all, his suffering is unknown