They see his scars and think that he is bad
They see tattoos and think that he needs God
When he does well they say that he's a fraud
They push him hard and wonder why he's mad
When he breaks down they can't help but be glad
He tries to prove himself but they see flaws
They saw people like him should be outlawed
What they don't know is that inside he's sad
They don't know that he has a heart of gold
And though he struggles he is still so kind
That he keeps trying through what he is told
Ans unlike them I will not be so blind
I'll keep him warm even when nights are cold
With me he'll always have a hand to hold
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem