The little boy was far from his age.
An angel of the message,
Darkness contrasted with light,
But blindfolds can change his might,

All the while the Beatles played late at night.
The little boy knew his fate,
Maybe he could change it; too late.
Yet he smiled as his mum embraced with tears,
For those will be the last drops of love he can have near.

And the rest as flowers,
Resting on his stone
The day after tomorrow.