Mr. Stephen

Showing no fear
Little anger, less pain
Though stong his mind
Heart and body've taken much strain

A gamer
And a brother
Protective sometimes
Like no other

Perhaps a martyr
But truly a friend
And advisor, instrutor
Who seems to pretend

He just doesn't care
But I don't see it
I know it's there
Trust me belive it.

A man behind the mask
A heart laid in ice
What happed to the boy
Once so nice?

'Twas the cruelty of
This world far and wide
His young heart
Could not hide

So now it's black
And frozen stone cold
Not given the chance
To grow warm and old

There will never be
A way to end
His legacy as friend
No end to Mr. Stephen