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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.
