Life of his own

He knew not how to sin
or how to break hearts in twain
all he did was spoke his mind
and left the devil to win,

he went alone in and deep
he cried but laughing was his meat
enjoyed the voice of shreking smile
rather than stay calm as clam,

he rose with the sun
and slept with the moon,
toiled with the breeze
and sweat in the noon

he was not what folks made
he stood f…