Rise in a bad hands
Am I strife?
I don’t understand
What did I do to make them hate me
I think I lost appetite of being loved
Lots of people don’t care
About how am I suffering about
Am I a bad person for who am I ?
I thought am born free but am wrong
Am born to be poor and suffer once and for all
No time for enjoyment just tears everyday
Am thirink of love at family and friends
To be dusk will success
One day I’ll be goggled and vigorous
I’ll be envy one day.