No spell would ever work,

the day you tried to fly.

You wondered how but

never had no clue why.

We made our own Magic rules, 

crafted all issing tools.

Cardboard panels and scotch tape,

all created  a perfect shape.

I hope you never lose that playful kid

and find solutions, never quit.

 

Hold on to your dreams and move on big boy.

One day  I’m sure you will find your way.

It might takes some falls but in the end, big boy.

You will do more than okay, than okay.

 

And here we are a grown up male.

Still in need and searching

for that holy grail.

No empty souls for you my son,

please don’t stop till you have won.

Do some good and build the grid

to change the world just a little bit.

 

I hope you never lose, that eager flair.

All problems solved by a boy who cares