I might not be liked
But he like me
You may call me names but he call me one.

You may not accept me but he kept on accepting me.
I have been rounded and grounded
Steered but my name didn't turn to be the other.

Thanks to him that I am breathing
Shaking my hands like those who call themselves somebody.

He is my saviour and he will never show his back bone.
Sympathy, fingers, mummering,agly staff may be chosen to be mine.

All I wish is for everyone to know.
I didn't chosen to work for it but I have been attacked just like a toddler fighting to breath.

All I know he is my saviour and saviour save people