In the heart of Pittsburgh, where steel meets the sky,
A young star emerged, with a fire in his eye.
Jaylen Warren, a name that ignited the field,
With every swift stride, a warrior revealed.
In black and gold armor, he danced through the night,
Chasing dreams on the turf, with passion and might.
A symphony of glory in each thunderous cheer,
Yet fate, cruel and silent, drew ever so near.
The engines roared louder, as destiny knocked,
A plane in the night, where hopes somehow clocked.
Beneath the vast heavens, where stars cast their glow,
A tragic farewell, too soon, we had to let go.
Brothers and sisters, they weep and they mourn,
For the light of a dreamer, now dimmed and forlorn.
Tributes echo softly, their hearts intertwined,
A legacy woven, in passions aligned.
From the bleachers to streets, his spirit will soar,
In every young heartbeat, he’ll live evermore.
A laughter, a lesson, in every touchdown dance,
In the hearts of the many, his memory prance.
We gather in sorrow but lift our heads high,
For a hero once grounded, now soars through the sky.
Though the fields feel empty, his essence remains,
In the cheers of the crowd, in the joy and the pains.
Jaylen, our brother, your journey’s not done,
In the tales we will tell, you’ll forever run.
With each passing moment, in every tear shed,
We cherish the legacy, the life that you led.
So here’s to the spirit that can never decay,
To a champion’s heart that won’t fade away.
Though the world may be heavy, and shadows may creep,
You’ve planted a rhythm, eternal and deep.
In the whispers of night, in the dawn’s gentle light,
Your name will echo forth, a beacon so bright.
Rest easy, young warrior, for your journey’s begun,
With the love of a city, you’re forever our son.
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