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I watched him since he was a child,a boy who
found life to be nothing more then a sour grape that
left a bad taste in his mouth,
A child taken,his teen years lost in the streets
haze,adulthood,making him a man while he longed
to be a boy,
Yet in his eyes there is some thing there some
thing no one else see`s behind the wall he put up
I have no doubt .
I watched how he picked-up his heart&soul and
and didn`t become the one they said he would be
his will they didn`t distroy.
Watching him today,in the begaining no one not
even I would have thought,
A hand that should have lost,
Today he stands as tall as the moutains in front of him ,never gave up,never said not.
I know him,it was me and I paid the cost...to livel