Another place, another time,
There’s someone like you.
Someone there with love divine,
To share with, there are a few.
Someone hopeless, beaten to pulp,
Who’s given up everything.
Bruises he hides, abuses he gulps,
Straining on the last, unbroken string.
It’ll just take a single second.
To cut the string and relieve,
Just one thing that could anytime happen,
Which will be the end to all grieve.
This was double spaced, based on some comments and feedback that I got. You see, Grandpaww has weak eyes!