Within the walls of brick and stone,
We dared to claim a world our own.
A Children’s Home, some called a jail,
To us, it was a grand fairytale.

Rules were written, clear and tight,
But we saw mischief in the night.
Jake, the leader, bold and sly,
Mia's laugh lit up the sky.

Sam, the strong one, quiet yet brave,
And me, Ophelia, the rules I’d waive.
Together we plotted, a daring brigade,
Each night, new adventures carefully laid.

The kitchen cookies? Stolen with glee,
A dash...