16 June 2012
Whenever you're down, or feeling sad Read this story, and joy you will gain At least I hope I can make you glad Though my story is all about pain
Born to a miserable life, was I Because of my colour and shape They'd kick me until I started to cry Sometimes throw me in the nearby lake
But they didn't care, not at all Some would even come to watch and laugh Hurting my yet so damaged soul Their smiles from pain on my behalf
So smile because you do not have to be me Misery you do not know at all True pain and fears you'll only see By, like me, being a football
Opuss № I