Dear, sweet man

Barbed is your halo because you suffer
So unwillingly
There are thorns where your flower should be
Why don't you see
That while you were to bear your cross
Another took it to ease your loss
And while there were nails to hold your hand
Many mourned you dear, sweet man
For you made friends so happily
They feel the loss eternally
This world may have much chaos
But it is not a complete loss
For there are friends scattered here and there
To the point they are everywhere
And if you stand up for what you believed
Isn't it possible all will be redeemed?
Repent while you can my dear, sweet man
For in the end that is all we have
For hope in the chaos extreme
Where Pandora's box is shut eternally.