fly me to the moon

[YDK]

A young family cursed
Disaster spoiling and swirling their pearly mirth,
Pondering an early birth,
It’s surely not the first of this new worldly hurt…..

A child born with unformed lungs
He’s hooked up to a breathing apparatus,
The fact of the matter is,
He came into this world with the fame of an actor’s status.
A rare case in the news he was well known by the age of 8,
Yet simple popularity never assuaged the trait.
Before birth he was discovered to have empyema,
Permanent harm to the child ruining the dreams of
Both his parents, giving a new meaning to “free love”.
Spending so much money each year to keep him breathing correctly
They were trying to protect the child’s fate.
Never accepting that he was affecting them indirectly,
For his future dreams would be forced to abate.
Never too late was the motto his parents hated to speak,
Because they knew that he would always be underrated and weak.
Many weeks of his life would be hidden by his speechless eyes
Sleepless nights caused the bleakness to arise with the grievous cries.
Well loved by many, anybody that met him became infatuated,
He was elated to meet new people but he felt under evaluated.
He often stated that he was confused why people cared in the least
He couldn’t be like the others; he was too impaired and diseased.
All he wanted in life was the strife to ease,
He stared at the skies just begging God “please”.
“I want to float with the breeze to the top of the trees,
Fly me to the moon where I don’t need to breathe.”