THE LIFE OF A BROKEN-HEARTED Saturday, November 22, 2008
I am from a world covered in blood, Man kind killing man kind. I am from a broken life, A life filled with hatred, Like that of a dog with rabies. I am from a broken family as well, We live like that of a stray cat, A stray cat living off what he can get his paws on. I am from the fist of a snake, A snake trying to fight to live in the wild. Yet I am from a strong family tree, A family tree that survived generations after generations, Generations surviving on poor money. I am from that of the strong, Of the courage and the hatred. I am from the family of lions, The family of survival.