True friend

Running away from my tears

running away from my fears

hiding always with no shield

facing troubles with no heart

showing my self as a fool

looking to things as bad

wearing the mask of weakness

fighting for the worthless

back from back always in the back

trying to do but I cant

dignity is low with the self confidence in blow

working alone with no one aside

fighting hell with no water for help

forgetting my days with no hope

trying to figure out with no chance

always in the swamp

always in a circle

around and around flipping in the same place

and when the worlds goes narrow

and the mountains on me

gets heavy my chest starts to fall

and my heart starts to flow

and explode from the pain

this is who am I in the past go

but then I met a friend of mine

when I saw him I thought hell be not good with me

but when the days moved on and on

I started to know what I am and who I am

he’s the one with the charisma he’s a man with white heart and dark eyes one of the chosen people

to help desperate ones

one of the chosen people to give hope

fighting with me against my enemies

giving me every thing he can

making me more brave

making me more funny

gave me the chance to jump from the swamp to the green

giving me the feeling of a man

towards a good life

pushing me to heaven away from hell

giving me the rope of light

and pulling me in to the world joy

these people cannot easy find

these people are the root of life

he’s the friend of mine he’s the one I spare my self to him

every thing I do is not enough

to pay him what he did for me this

my poem for the man who

changed my life to another life.