Stanis-love

A simple boy with fiery hair,
A childhood full of wear and tear.
With chapped out hands and eyes so wide,
Just one of thousands, deep inside.

But seasons passed, and he became
A man who whispered beauty's name.
A stunning swan, a royal heir,
With music floating on the air.

He wrote in verse and drew with grace,
A special light shone on his face.
The neighborhood would watch in awe,
And envy was the common law.

But they'd forgive him for his art,
When he would play and bare his heart.
With just a six-string in his hand,
The toughest guys would understand.

But what they never got to see,
Was all his silent misery.
That deep inside he felt so small,
Because he couldn't have it all.

He loved a girl who didn't know,
He watched his happiness just go.
He thought, 'Perhaps it's not my turn,'
A lesson he had yet to learn.

Stanis-love, love, love,
Your destiny is near.
Stanis-love, love, love,
Go face your greatest fear.