I knew him once, the unwanted child.
At times he went a little wild;
his life, it often went awry
with thoughts so often in the sky.
Missteps he made what e’er he tried;
sometimes he stole sometimes he lied.
But deep inside he knew the way
to speak the words he could not say.
‘Twas not until he set to write
that he could say what he knew was right.
After that his words came true
and he did learn to speak anew.