Your soul was shining once, gleaming like stars in the skies.
I remember it then, beautiful, abundant with light,
days past when you would hide it from no eyes.
Your soul, it honestly was an amazing sight,
before an existence of betrayal and lies
ruined my boy; he knew only right.
It would not diminish in size,
only it became less bright;
learned to wear a guise.
It has turned to night
only hardly besides;
it yet shows might.