He used to be respected Before the time won on him When he has got in the lead again, He was a stranger in the world Whome no one understands. He wanted to be introduced but his hand Given in a good will Was discarded and refused. He´s watching the looks His eyes sore and red from tears Drowing in laughs sits on the pissed ground Soothed by an emotional criple. He cryed with a struggle and walk slowly away To forget but he didn´t loose the faith Forever pushed around Huddled up with the fear In a corner of his soul don´t hurt him He is a part of all of us He, the angel with a shity wings.
