They call me Skater boy, But these wheels on this board are anything but a toy; You see, I was born without legs, Thrown into a city like a thoughtless garbage. I finally found my way to move around, Through this skate, forever bound; I have these wheels for feet, Trying to make my ends meet; These wheels take me places, Though I wish to walk for once, maybe not for ages; Oh, how I wish to run, Being able to walk, now wouldn't that be fun? I move among the big vehicles, Hoping not to get run over like those bloody dogs; When I see you walk and run, My heart cries for my legs, long gone; Why was I born this way? Was I born this way just to end up begging all day? I am seen by the weary dogs of the street, And yet, I am invisible to the ones who could help me. Nobody knows my story, Nobody knows I exist, such is human glory; If you ever come across me, Try to talk to me and make me believe again in humanity. I roll on and disappear among the blind crowd, Above me hangs despicable cloud, Maybe I don't exist to you, Here I am living, among the few; But these wheels give me a feeling of existence; Existence of a Skater boy, life's cruel essence!