Childish eyes he slowly opens,He doesn`t know if there is morningOr even the night, here is no lightCompleted, to live this way by the circumstancesMaybe it`s not too late to return from darknessTo begin again as a human, as a humanNobody wants to understand his feelings, state of soulIt doesn`t matter where he lives, it is matter where it`s quiteHe doesn`t obstruct to nobody in air-schaftA few rats is his comunityTime is healing the bloody wounds on his bodyWounds on his soul` remainFever dreams still recall, the same pictureScreaming parents, dirty bad names, contemptSenseless beating, psychic slaveryThreats, torment instead of touchesHe doesn`t has more power to stand it onEven he has a quite, solitude hurts, there is no feel of certaintyTo look for the food instead of games, to be scared of every wakeClosed into own self in fis own worldDirty, hungry but even so ownHe doesn`t obstruct to nobody in air-schaftA few rats is his comunityHe will not go home, everything would be repeatingHe see his future dark .....