But l

But l l'm not formed by that way,

Excessive blame on those heads.

Sinking no breathe,

Thinking within  jail,

But l, l'm not that born.

l came here for hope,

Live thou life, long for gun.

I moke twisty tarsh nausea me as

swords cold while blood was warm.

But l, l'm not bow that beat,

I be for myself like eagle .

Fly that sky  wing as cloud.

Beneath the sun,  smile me my mum.