Kevin’s Shape (1992)
The weight of the world could bend his tape,
But Kevin stood firm—no room for escape.
His heart like a cape, billowed wide in the wind,
Yet tender and raw where the edges were thin.
They called him too soft, said he’d never take shape,
But he molded his pain into something great.
A man built of scars, yet still full of grace,
No mask, just his truth staring straight at their face.
The year was ’92, grunge hummed through the air,
A time full of noise—but he chose to care.
While others would vape their fears into smoke,
Kevin held fast, never bending the code.
So here’s to the man who refused to scape,
Who turned all his wounds into strength, into faith.
Not stone, not steel—just a soul wide as space,
Kevin, the man who redefined great.
