Keen eyes with compassion
A demeanor of cool
Slight smirk of a smile
That somehow brightens the space where he stands
A young man who nearly always says just the right thing
To anyone who wants or needs to hear it
Calculated, but only to get results
His heart is gold, but has been put thru numerous fires
By a father of questionable sanity
Still, in the darkness just before dawn, everyday
Lex gets down on his knees, bows his head
And prays and offers praises to the Father he chose for himself