Yesterday, I spotted and stared;
At the pain in eyes of a man.
Who cried for an enormous care;
While his bare hands were tied and banned.
Therefore, I came near him and said;
That he should close his own eyes.
Then I told him to bow and pray;
To feel the presence of the skies.
I tapped his head and I looked up;
I felt my eyes were weakening.
As I was standing up, I stopped;
The man with moans of suffering.
I knelt down and held his restraint;
I saw his wrists prickled with wires.
His grimace distorted him in pain;
Like he burned himself through a fire.
I untangled him from the pain;
With my hands both scarred and blooded.
I told him not to be in vain;
And reminded him he's blessed.
I checked the man if he's alright;
Suddenly, he knelt lifelessly.
I cried and I hugged him so tight;
As he was twisting hopelessly.
I stared at his eyes once again;
That time, they were closed forever.
He wouldn't stop praying in the end;
Until he would be remembered.
