Free. The one thing that he can't be anymore. All he is a wasted, old man out on the streets with holes in shoes and a sadden face; begging. Free is what he will never get, no matter how long he waits...

This man used to be free just like the rest of us. Free to laugh from the bottom of his head, dance like no one is watching and love like it is the only thing that he knew about but that has changed. He now sits alone all morning and all night, thinking back on the times when he used to be happy and free just like us.

He was kind of like a butterfly. Beautiful and mesmorising. However, someone saw this butterfly and decided to crush it along with it's dreams. This man longs for the freedom he once had, he longs for the care and love that he no longer has. 

Would anyone stop and try to fix this broken man?