You gave it all away All of you, every day
Your vast beauty ebbing out
Gushing through the open doors of your vault

Reaching out, touching every other
I wish you had kept yourself safe, my Brother

You had it all really Lon
The looks, the patter
And nothing else seemed to matter

Except sharing yourself, loving to completion
Feeling everything with such volition

You lived it all and built it strong
How could anyone do you wrong?

For what? Your imperfections?
The ones they found in you?
So hard to accept when others reject
The deamons they became