Born from womb,
This Society decide our tomb,
A youngblood to oldblood we grow,
chains of society diminish our glow,
This Society have it's way,
To make us fear about next day,
Changing is our choice,
But we go out of voice,
Comparision takes priority in life,
A rat race makes heart strife,
Undestined track afraid to take,
forgotten our dreams when society wake,
World is better envied,
An innocent in conceit deceived,
Abuse is mandatory towards weak,
criticized by mother earth's freak,
Are we going in our flow? ...