Verse 1

We’re not saints — I know it’s true,

Each of us has cracks inside.

But there was one boy — kind and quiet,

He stood for everyone, while everyone stood against him.

He never shouted, never picked a fight,

Just stayed close when it got hard.

His kindness felt like something normal,

And he kept giving till he burned out.

Chorus

He’s gone.

Instead of remorse, you chose to laugh.

He was brighter than anyone I’ve ever known,

He was my friend — and everyone was his.

We’re not saints, but you were almost one,

I didn’t protect you — I’m sorry.

Verse 2

Now I look back at our conversations,

At laughter that felt so simple then.

You believed people would get better,