1He was always hot-headed
his fighting skills were always unleaded,
Whenever he fought, it was always with a passion
With his brothers and sister, there scarfs never went out of fashion.
But one thing was still in the back of his mind,
Always getting intertwined.
He couldn't forget, no matter how hard he tried,
For she died, his bride.
He fights for her, ne never forgets,
Just like one with feeding their own pets,
Just like saying, "Please, just one more pack of cigarettes."
He can't forget those lives that he touched, and those that touched his,
For if he does, his personality will go out like soda without fizz.
Just remember, if you meet him in any kind of hallway,
Always think of his best friend, who's head is always in the airway.