A sick man reaches for you hand
and you don't look at him once
He is akin with you
you disgustedly think
Behind many walls, behind bars,
He can't go alone through the gateway
You hope he never gets back in again
From the eyes, from the soul
He is schizophrenic and therefore is never alone
Why should you let him go?
He moves to the left and has a limp leg
the family doesn't want to see that
You can laugh nicely, it doesn't fall hard on you
You like your fellow men
Your stain on character is cleverly hidden
He's great, he should never complain
