now back home

there's little room for laughter nor for wit

in a beige room with a good downtown view

learning that not all good comes with the new

and breathing in the scents of bile and shit

you learn then all  the signals of hard grit

but night and day someone must turn the screw

the pain will come as much as you are due

and you must sleep now for a little bit

love is sustained upon a sea of tears

though brotherhood itself may seem to fail

in curtest questions still you can draw breath

surprise yourself that you withstood your fears

and are arrived to laugh about this tale

since by a hair you walked away from death