I knew a boy liked to draw

he drew pictures that nobody saw

he was most artistic late at night

in the bathroom out of sight

he kept a secret no one knows

he didn't tell a soul and his gallery grew

his drawings were different, no paper or pen

but needed a bandage now and again

we stood by the river under the stars

he rolled up his sleeves and showed me his scars

he felt emarrassed and looked down at his shoe

then I rolled up my sleeves and whispered " I draw too"