My life is full of chaos. 
I believe I can solve everything;
there is nothing else I can do.
Holding a pen to write something
bright and dark
If I could remember when I was
in my early years, I could feel
Something like pain and gain
Something like "sweet and sour"
When food is a friend to the rich
and the hunger, is a friend to the poorest.
No one has lent a hand to us,
to hold and get out of the fire.
My life has been in dungeon
Because of torture not nurtured.
The system is still unchanged
Because of the ugliest leadership.