He stepped outside candid

One pop, he was on the ground

But he wasn't wearing red pajamas

No one grabbed him or held his hand



But someone held the camera

As his eyes took a final pan

All he saw were strangers and

Spectacles of the scene

Strived to live as a man

But dying as a child, a teen



We all return to these states

On any given day

Vulnerable, confused, scared

Wanting to be told we will be okay




The killers were cold

The street was colder

His body was next

As his eyes diluted wide

He was looking for a lullaby

To sing him to his rest



No one offered Capo a song