I was naught but a child-

Fatherless and homeless.

Wandering through the streets of life

Hoping to find back what I have lost.

 

I was naught but a dreamer-

Foolish and delusory.

Floating against the stream of time

Hoping I’ll cut through the current.

 

I was not but a human-

Ignorant and boastful.

Fighting a battle with fate

Hoping I’ll win against it someday.

 

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