His face goes red
he shouts and he repeats and repeats
He get´s the top marks
He kicks the most goals
His sadness is so deep and very protected
You could call it a well
he derides the other kids
becomes restless and hyperactive
His conscience is intact
His brain monitors his souls and vice versa
his heart interrupts but gets told to shut up
Someone´s not listening to him it´s not life
His grandmother´s eyes are lacking compassion
there´s a rage dry and piled high waiting for a spark
Cool and ignored he´s a champion among children
His will goes further his strength, makes us stronger
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