Confused, I've become in a world with no claim,
Standing straight, I try to find my aim,
Breaking free from these chains I guess,
I'm just a kid but I'm grown too soon from stress.



Bound with the shackles of pains ,
Stucked homeless outside under the rains,
Fatherless, motherless, surviving under the bridges,
The pain of being alive has built me ridges.


Born little, grown at a tender age ,
Circumstances flutters around me like a stage,
Forcing me into a premature growth,
Preparing me for the ahead drought.


Life has refused to let me be a child,
The pains of death, poverty, stigmatization was never mild,
I begged for a normal life, I begged to be loved,
I've become a bread winner so young yet I'm unloved.


Childhood days are never memories to behold,
My conscience and hopefullness I have sold,
I'm stronger than I look, I've tend to discover,
My past memories all lost, yet I can't recover.


A normal life I've tried to live,
Fate said vehement NO; I perceive,
Lost in my own jungle, I'm depressed,
I tried to conquer but again I was suppressed.


I thought I've finally found help ,
He came like a wind with a huge step,
But sadly he held me against the ground,
I was too young to know what he did .


I know it was something wrong,
I Know I wasn't going to recover for so long,
But nothing could be done, I'm grown now,
I choosed not this life, this life choosed me now.


© Peace Philip's