Our Superman

The one true Superman.
Whoever he meets becomes a fan.
It's not Clark Kent, not even a bit.
He makes you love him with his charm and whit.

Warmth, love, and grace.
Always a smile on his face.
He's our Fatty Patty, our Clark Kent.
With fans following wherever he went.

A great athlete with a will to fight.
His fierce intensity, enough to cause a fright.
Much love for his friends and family. No more then that.
So much from a young man, a guy named Pat.

Eighteen years of life, it seemed so long.
Now we look back to see we were so wrong.
We miss him now, miss him so much.
We still try to remember his last kiss, hug, and touch.

It was a night. Three years ago.
There was a party and he was ready to go.
It was that very night.
That he met his true kryptonite.

He's gone and he can't come back.
We'll never be the same and that's a fact.