Some people wasn't born for this,
They don't want to seek and miss,
They have no pain and have no chains,
They can de free, like hovering planes.
These people are not always cold,
They don't keen on fame and gold,
They look like us, like you and me,
How different deep inside they be?
Some people only cannot trust,
And human love for them too fast.
They mabye have their secret wound,
It brings them pain and musn't be found.
Some people have too painful wounds,
They hide from us by dark black clouds,
They can't let us to try again,
Because they too afraid of pain...
Sometimes we shoud insist and fight,
Because we can make their soul bright,
But in some way we must not chase.
Then cannot help no one fair fraze.