I remain without rest. Not only the pain from my back and shooting nerves is The way of me that you got the best. Assumptions of insanity Pointed out by a shaky and hypocritical fingers I remained stronger The super hero in my still lingers. I fought your labels I shook off the weight For this pure and true spirit He knows that you are also spoken Silent blessings to you and your hate Caused by this hectic world That conditions one to fall Without reason or providing a way out If we were to bond together in true care This Superman will fly with you, my Louis Lane Busting out of the walls That contains the insane. Those who love to be sick remained lost. I was glad to fly away. Until one day you shall reach for the one Who never wished to see you be losing your self. Such is worth fighting a heavy and emotional cost.