There was a boy
A very strange enchanted boy
They say he wandered very far, very far
Over land and sea
That’s my son. The poet, the writer, the musician, the philosopher, the historian, the Human Rights advocate.
He of the gentle heart and the sad eyes.
The voice of those whose voices are a frightened whisper in the night.
Happy birthday, my son. Know that you’re always in my thoughts and in my heart.