He was a simple man nobody loved;
So one day he was just done.
Having no charms, he was shoved
Down the mountain; he begun.
And he tumbled down the roads,
Leaving nothing of his own.
Not having a formal abode,
He looked for his throne.
And he will find his home
At the bottom of this hill;
Unless his foot can roam
And anchor his body still.
But this bland little man
Has no strenght to care.
He's tired of the plan
Of climbing with a prayer.
How many times has he climbed?
He can't remember when
He was up there, on his prime
And one person didn't grin.
So he let his body fall
As he thought of the past.
He was done with being small
And made his tumbling fast.
Finally landing at the bed
There was no turning back.
He had actually fled--
They couldn't make him attack.
Now he'd never have to worry
About fighting back.
He had fled in such a hurry
His head was cracked.
He stood up and looked around to see
That nothing was there to feed on.
Towards the darkness he fell on his knee
And had to crawl around 'til dawn.
"If I had been loved it wouldn't be this way",
He thought now, to himself.
"If somebody had hugged me, I would have stayed"
"And stood the pain itself".
But this man nobody loved never had a smile;
He was tired of being on top of the hill
And of being pushed down a mile
Only to have to climb up with skill
That took away his style.
He walked off into the darkness
To be swallowed there.
Maybe he will find his princess
And will belong there.
Or he will find another hill
Where he isn't loved.
To be pushed down still
And he'll finally shove
Taking down with will
Those who made him unloved.
