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...