He never saw the daylight He used to live in the night Always had a dream But life was hard for him Stabbing all his dreams to survive People thinking he was feeling alive Stabbing all his dreams to survive People thinking he was fine Darkness always on your side Telling he was going to die Writing some words of despair The smell of sadness in the air Hapiness outside Inside just pain and blood Those pale eyes trying not to cry His two hands buried in the mud