Times were rough
But he never gave up,
He never stopped working,
Although he was that youngest and the shortest,
He didn’t want to let anyone down.
He saw the smoke and the fire,
And heard men charging at him,
Down he went,
All he could see at first was pitch black,
He could still hear all the men’s voices,
Then,
Light is what he saw,
Hemisphere body seem like a feather,
His legs didn’t hurt,
He watched everyone from above,
He smiled and peacefully walked slowly away,
Seeing the white doves pass by him.