IT FEELS LIKE SHOES WITHOUT LACES

my tears my blood,

my fears`my cries,

my soul is my tithe,

insane, let my mama describe the heights,

struggle at night, won`t stop its the beggining of the fight,

mum and dad, you gave birth to this life,

it turns out to be horrible, painful than giving birth,

life is a wheel of fortune I intend to spin, the earth and its people taught me how to ride,

I want to fight for my people`s rights because I am someone`s pride,

them being my own flesh and blood and so for them I was born to fight,

though I struggle to survive,

am so optimistic about matters of life,

I rather die before I give up on life,

I will never give up on my mum,

though it rings not a bell in my head the day she cried,

its been long ever since...., I wont tell a lie,

she remained dead but I am resurrecting her back,