I am staing in the shadow
Because my word sounds strage for you.
Fake people,poor and blind
Which don't inspire me to talk.
Theier attitude it's pissed my off,
But it's hard for them to catch the point
It's easyer look annoyed
They are complexed,that's why
They iell at you to make their job
They make you look like just a junk
 They don't have power,
Just a gun
They don't have light,
They think to thight.
No univers for them,
Cold hands, and icey eyes.
But I am stronger,
And much smart.
Wait for me to bring the sun,
Wait for me to see my dance.
I am right here, I'm catching light,
I will be there lovely and kind
I will be there,an open mind.