My Hero - Poem by Thomas Berntsen
The drum, the only connection to a life that once was. Little Aaron the Drummer Boy.
The world treated him like a toy.
The world tore him down, down to the core.
But something built him up. He found hope while others all around fell into despair.
He found love when so many were filled with hate. My heart eternally beats to this drum.
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