Tales are told of this young boy

An unwilling participant in his date with destiny

Though shy and as though he has lost his joy

Far removed from when streets where sesame

He no longer sees his childhood friends

But now he tries to make amends

He knows his story his foretold

Once warm but now has grown cold

This cruel world has swallowed whole

He feels nothing, numb without a soul

But fate plays another fatal trick

He gets caught up in the mix

And now he is friends with them

A couple crazy kids from his ends

And now his heart grows twice its size

Awake from your slumber, it’s in his eyes

Look and see, as I live and breathe

That young boy is me

Young he once was but now he’s grown

That young boy has come home