Behind a thick transparent glass
Critical eyes
Judging your nudity in a flash
And passing by.
A man of young age approaches
Dressed up with layers of cloths
As mean to hide
His crippled arm behind his coat
A boy that wouldn't otherwise
Experienced love
Will hand to you
His hard earned gold.
What if we where living in a world
Where you are gone
Where would that boy go.
He doesn't look the way he should
According to what trends, what's cool.
It isn't you that stares
The world outside
Into the wrong side of the glass
It's me staring inside
Feeling as naked as you are
In a cold night
Under a dimmed
Red light.