I blame the administration,

I blame the administration,

Taking this child

And making him a publicity stunt.

He’s been through this.

He’s been through that.

He’s still working hard.

He never loses faith in himself.

“Live like it’s your last.”

But what if it’s his last?

They built him up,

Enrobed in pain but still triumphant,

But his death tolled hard on the people.

It was not to be believed,

After all they had done.

The money.

The charity.

He could not die after that.

They had made him immortal

And failed.