there was a man, who yet was a boy
this man confused for child..though he no longer played with toys
Everything he did, everyone he knew, clapped at his laughter, and cried at his song.
march a full circle, round and round and right back he begins.
Not chiseled, not tall. Not large nor small,
sincere eyes of blue..
tired of being seen as a catch twenty two..
That fire, the part of man that drives to dream
it glows.. dance a dance of passion and gleam
the man wants what others have. He wants for what friends have not.
To have some, and to give, and represent for all.
his shoulders are strong.
The man's smile the future, and his backpack lesson
when there's a stumble, he braces to pickup, dust off his knees,
no matter how damp, and to endure the coolest breeze.

I'll speak for this man, I'll veer up from this slouch..
contagious as his flame,this heart this revival,
a spark to flicker, a gentle shove for kindling, point out the stage.
I pronounce a change,
and I'll face the steady climb. Though my onlookers how patient you have "be", your support, for me you gave.
This man will be proud, I'll honor his name.
Be quick now I say,
today point out that stage
Character is hard to find.