Back to Heaven (A poem by my friend Martin And me)

Back to Heaven (A poem by my friend Martin And me)


He cannot fly, because his wings are broken.
He cannot speak, because they have sealed his mouth.
He cannot cry, because his tears won’t flow.
He cannot dream, because they have killed all his hopes.

Running away from his fears,
escaping from the pain,
he is afraid of being raped,
their words have killed him.

He is a coward, living through an illusion,
he is an idiot, they always took advantage of him.
He continues being a child, silently concealing his pain,
but yet his lonely soul is full of innocence and kindness.

He was never listened.
He was always ignored.
Solitary child, lost in the world,
he had lost all his feelings.

On these tears of blood,
leaving his pain flowing,
hearing the shout of his heart,
not allowing the soul to be able to fly again.

Before the end,
he is tasting the goodbye.
One last magical dream,
is the only thing still alive.

Someday he will see a new dawn,
someday he will know what is love.
From the ashes, his heart will reappear,
stronger than ever, without pain and fears.

His soul covered with my love,
illuminated with the light of peace.
Nobody will hurt him again,
all is real, all he ever wished.

S. Nicolas Rocchino & Martin A. Abuin (Corrections by Frank)