With all the loving and care this world can give,
A Doctor decided I should not be allowed to live!
I was given a heart, a brain and an ability to help others;
Yet not according to any would-be Mothers
I felt the blade ripping through my guts,
And had to ask: ‘Who is this Putts’?
All the joy taken from me far too soon;
T’was certainly the deed of a loon!
While so many billions of you stick together like glue;
I can’t even wish for the power to tell you,
It was just not the thing to do…
Nor was there a thing to think through!
Before I saw the world, it was gone;
It was the only way I could move on,
So imagine this, if it’s possible that you can?
I’m the real Nowhere Man!