Have you ever imagined? Someone like him. Homeless, loveless; but he is the reason I am here.
Have you ever imagined? Someone like him. Unwanted, thrown away, hopeless; but he is the reason I am going.
He is the reason I wake up in the morning even though my limbs refuse to shine.
He is the reason I keep walking, even though there is no more power in my swings.
He is the reason I keep trying, even though the road ahead is just dark alleys with no ends.
He is the apple of my eyes, the love of my life.
And I will call him with sweetest voice, because no other of my own kind would.
And I will embrace him with all my warmth, like no other of my own kind would
And I will offer him all I have, while no other of my kind would.
Even if one day my voice will turn coarse, my body will turn cold, and my worldly goods will come winding to an end.
Even if one day nothing left coming, for me to embrace him with.
Even if one day I might be joining him at the bottom of murky river that is called life; and never again given the chance to rise.
Someone like him, will still be the reason of my being.