Heart of gold

There once was a boy who was poorer than the rest,
But he had a heart of gold that beat deeply out his chest.
He was always happy, even when others were sad.
People didn't like that so they tried to turn him bad.

He would always shout people because money meant nothing.
His heart rich enough but slowly started troubling
As people turned him bad he hung around with the wrong flock
Like a lost sheep in a cage with wild crocks.

It was hard for him to escape his fate
Although he was strong and postponed his date
He could not be saved it was just too late
For Nothing can escape the hands of fate...