I never played in a football team,
I always was a nobody, even in my dream.
My memories are from ages ago,
where I felt home and even know,
what my home looked like...
a hut in the woods not among a dyke.
I cannot remember the winter, the cold,
Just the crowd and the fire
that kept me and I was hold
by a rope till the last thing that I could see
was him, the traitor who delivered me,
to the Inquisition, he felt no shame,
only wanted me to carry the blame.
As you can read my life is a tale too.
One without an end and
with nothing else to do
as sharing my story with you.