This is a story of man, happy as he can be
Lived all his life, life without fear and sanity
People called his name with respect,
For that is all what he want to be,
Stare at his eyes as he watches the mirror in front of him
No one raised a voice, and nether did he
Answers to none, but an open book to read
Loved by all, feared by some, but always friendly
Time passed, now he lives at a bottom of the tree
For that is the life everyone chose for him
He helplessly looks up to see
Where every where is this supremacy
Dare not he raise his voice,
He needs that shadow of the tree
For it provides him with love, bread and full pocket to spend leisurely
Loved by all, feared by none, still friendly
Emotions run high, inside of him
He just needs someone to understand him
Always showing how he feels,
Not in words, his words come out differently
Drinking his emotion,
How long till it gets full
What can then he be, a monster or an stinging bee
Loved by some, feared by none, little friendly
Soon enough he will leave the safety of that tree
And live alone, happy as he can be
Look again, in the eye of the man standing in his mirror
And say what he wants to say
Be what he wants to be
Loved by some, feared by none, so unfriendly
