Soft Hearted Child Poem by Curtis Mosby

Angel without wings and heaven born.
No one is more prepare than you to be scorn.
Why doesn't hurt i ask.
Being kick when your down.
Always left with a smile even when pain surround you.
Held the man hand in forgiveness before they drove him away.
Still paralyze from that day.
But i never seen you cry, sitting in that chair with love in your eye's.
The expression for tommorrow is that you stay the same.
While the world change only for the worst.
Though you have suffer a great deal.
The support you give is why you live.
I believe it more and more because no wants to help.
A stranger relying on oneself.
Is thier anyone wants to listen and stay awhile.
And be moved by this.
Soft hearted child.