The input of many... to output few...

 Two sides at war for space ...

 the darkness and the light ...

 and the boy in the middle of the two sides ...

 Front to the two cliffs ...

 one in constant brightness ...

 the other in deep darkness ...

 and the darkness capture ...

 with its thousands of black arms as the night ...

 pull you into it ...

 and the poor defenseless kid this ...

 when inside the dense darkness ...

 something seems to be moving ...

 is the boy who ... poor fellow ...

 the poor kid who wanted to be noted ...

 today becomes part of the darkness ...

 his white skin as snow was ...

 Today black as coal is ...

 and the only thing that saves ...

 are his eyes shining sad ...

 poor boy, beg God to save you ...