Shall I tell you a story of a young girl of four or five,
and a boy, teenager turned man who saved her life,
not once but twice.
Life wasn't easy for this boy, teenager turned man,
but he still played football,
went to school,
held a job,
a handsome man.
Tall with a killer frow,
tees too tight,
bell bottom jeans that hung a little too low.
With that job and with his very first pay,
he bought that young girl of four or five her very first bike,
now she could escape and ride ride away,
he saved her that day.
Later that year that girl of four or five was sassy in class and sent to stand outside.
She stood through recess and countless tears,
frozen to her spot thinking of endless fears.
Too afraid to move,
her urine ran down,
frozen to where her tiny feet had built a grove.
She stood when all had left,
after all had gone.
She stood till the teacher
realized what she'd done wrong.
She brought the young girl of four or five inside,
put on her mittens, hat and coat,
then set her outside to head home,
cold and alone.
Then along came the boy, teenager turned man,
scooped up the girl of four or five,
held her as close as he could lifted her hood.
She was no longer alone he'd carry her home,
a kindness she was rarely shown,
a simple price for saving a life.
This girl of four or five, teenager, women turned wife,
will always remember the boy, teenager turned
man who saved her life,
not once but twice.
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