When I was young,
I was like a safe kept hidden
Staying inside a shell
Following, Obeying what was written

I was ignorant yet curious
What was happening out there?
Out in the reality world?
Is it much as peaceful right here?

Til I was ready to be set free
Molded and taught first by family,
Before letting go in this world,
That I thought I could be happy.

But no, I didn't
Seldom I felt peace, always wars.
Yet not bombs and jets flying,
but death and life between bars.

Now everything was contaminated.
It's more like a contagious disease.
Spreading out the bad vibes.
Every turn, every corners increase.

Curses and blames were the words.
Out here, even children were used.
History repeats itself.
Depending whether either are abused.