Never was part of the herd
Preferring only his voice to be heard
Never was in the class a nerd
Imagination free as a bird
Never chased fame and a glorified name
Never was part of that game
Grafting always on a different scene
Hear about him the unseen
Vices and crises obstacles to the path
In the depth of the nights
Turn to Him in tears, beads and pray
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