Walls closing in
hard to breath...

I look into the eyes of my people,
i see the pain that causes the bitterness in...

We were sculpted by the hands of God almighty. His...
He gave each and everyone of us our own...

Lovely and beautiful
is the man i seek...

I can't really think of a way to start this poem...
But what i do no what i am, and where i came from...

I can\\\'t bare to live any longer
with these shadows all around me...