Look right now to his surroundings
and just figure it out,
why is everybody so obsessed?
Things and thinks getting away,
thoughts and minds being despised,
would you let them do it?
What kind of madness comes
by a little smart nine-year-old boy
knowing each stranger passing by?
Reach him being young,
he tries to talk but no one listens to him,
but he’s being blessed by himself.
Now I’m walking in his footsteps
not even forgetting his past,
what he’s done to become him.
Although remember said so,
and whatever was going to be fixed,
that was just his done.
[And he’s became just me].