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A few miles north of here I once met a boy,
Kinda stupid and blind but he was happy anyway.
He had all he needed, and what he wanted was not easy.
Never seeing all of it, though he loved it everyday.
To a northside boy named Glen, my idol,
I can only think of how you went, so tragic.
Seems like it hasn't rained at night, since you went missing.
All we have are memories of you, and the inspiration you have given
To new boys like Matty here, as he sits back and wishes.
Matty doesn't get it all, though the necessities he finds.
I sometimes see him working hard, only to see it crumble in dust.
its clear that he has what he needs, underneath the debts to the world,
He may never pay back. Every idea he has, seems to be destroyed by the rust.
He may not have a dime, he may not have his play,
But one thing to love about him, he loves it all anyway.