You are so cruel!

Giving life, to this fool.

With his bent limbs,

and empty eyes.

His shame his body,

he trys to hide.

He trys to hide.

The body he's ashamed of,

and finds himself alone,

with his regret.

Behind closed doors,

away form the rest.

Away from the rest,

he can't stay forever,

and when he comes out,

sometimes things get better;

but then someone,

will stop and stare,

as if he isn't there.

As if he isn't there,

the world goes by him,

and as he sits in his chair,

he often wonders.

If the world,

would go on the same,

without him.

CALDER WOLFE