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.