Boiling hot and rays come down
But never tanning the all-gray boy
Not a sweat he produces, his eyes glint under the sun.
The putrid smell of sweat fills the air, but there he is
All the same.

The October breeze gallops around, curls around
The boy's physique, but relentless he is, not
Wavering nor flinching, as the cold breeze
Tickles him. The smell of roasting leaves fill the air, but there he is
All the same.

The world is white, so pure and innocent,
The boy wears a cold blanket, the frost is draped
Over his hard, cold shoulders; freezing him to near death.
The song of Christmas is in the air, but there he is
All the same.

It's now a new start, so sweet and so fresh
All is green and sky is blue
New plants sprout, new birds fly
But the same old, same old boy stays all by himself,
Forever the same.