The street urchin you see to the left is me,
You dont have to know his name because it's not that important,
Every morning he deleted a full memory of the last 24 hours of his life,
Because that was no life according to him,
He always wished he could collect a briefcase full of cash in the trashyard someday,
After seeing it in a ghetto movie theatre before for 20 bob only,
But fate answered his bewildered dream via a series of weird tones,
Poor kid involuntarily eavesdropped on some very serious meeting at night in the park,
The info that he shared with a government secret organisation later saved many lives,
He couldn't hide his pride and heroism for long so witness protection let him stray,
Now the rich kid is no street urchin anymore and he quickly blends with the romans,
Not long after this he went missing to none other than the group he betrayed,
After a long unsuccessful search he was declared dead to the world he saved,
He however lives hidden in a world that mistook his heroism for betrayal,
Black and white make it hard to judge him because he can't take sides no more,
The street urchin you see to the right is me