B.M

There was once a boy

Who loved art so much

That he became art

One who's smile

Radiates within our hearts

One who's laugh

Is like music to our ears

One who's voice

Can knock a room to it's knees

And mostly one who's aura

Is as bright and uplifting

As the words that leave his lips

He's had his share of troubles

And fell into a dark hole

With no hope of return

But now I tell you his strength

And how he made his way out

He never gave up

And that's why we love him

For we are glad he's here

Because without him

There would be no light