Wake up early

What it’s wrong with me.

I Wake in the morning

And look into the mirror

See a pretty face.

Open my eyes and I see more than this

What I can see beyond the mirror?

A cold in my soul.

And what can I see close into the mirror?

I don’t know, but hurts when touch my soul.

Explain to people that they can be my friends

It’s sad so again

Do not be understand, only be a piece in the game,

I do something good and I can smile for a moment

Just like the sun in the morning

What I can see beyond the mirror?

Should I give up?

And what can I see close into the mirror?

I don’t know, but hurts when touch my soul.

Try more little boy and you will see more than that.

(Leonardo Pigozzo)