He had a story to tell

He had his way

He had his mother, his father

He had to live in this world

He had no mother, no father

He didn't have his own way

He was a story, a strong enough

He didn't have a way of his own

He was alone in a world of confusion

He was living in the state of delusion

One early morning

He was walking, watching the sky

He saw some people

And told the junk good bye

He went on the way

He went on the road

But nobody cared

Nobody had a helping hand

He lived in love with the others

He almost lived from the gutters

He had some friends in this world

And made them think that it was all

And it was a very happy song

I'm so sorry, that we treat you like a toy

And now you're living in your life, you are just

Back in town being dragged from here to the ground

There wasn't anything

That made them want to know

He was a nothing and a nothing

He left behind the nothing