If it will be so
Then it has to be told.
Shout it from the mountain tops,
whisper it in the streets.
If he has to live,
Give him peace,a place serene.
Dont retreat,dont please.
If it is,he has to die at ease.
He wont fight,he wont cry,
He’ll be still,still as can be,
No whining or gritting of the teeth.
He’ll be solemn and meek.
He will help with a nod,
Accept with a smile.
He wont laugh or maybe lie,
He has to hide and show this side.
People will like him,hate him or try,
People will ask questions and pry.
They wont mind,they wont hide,
He’ll be there…just there.