Trouble at home, trouble at school,

Bruises on his body, scars on his face,

A troubled boy he was, but he didn’t think this at all,

They all thought he was a hassle, little boy Adam,

Quiet and timid, frail and weak,

Breaking all the rules, a thrill that couldn’t compete,

Risks that weren’t worth taking, this was Adam’s little haven,

Trouble at home, trouble at school,

His father red with anger, releasing it all at once,

But deep down Adam knew, his father did love him once,

When life didn’t feel real, Oh! The way Adam used to feel!

When life was colourful, he used to feel wonderful,

But now it’s changed, Adam’s little haven doesn’t feel safe,

“His future is at risk!” His father would say,

But Adam didn’t care, he’d just continue his day,

Loud and weeping, regretful and sad,

Adam had lost everything, including his dad,

In the quiet graveyard, where memories are paved,

Adam found solace, his haven embraced,

Beside his dads grave, words gracefully wove,

“Dad, I’ve finally found my little haven, a place to grow.”