Walls closing in
hard to breath...

Lovely and beautiful
is the man i seek...

I look into the eyes of my people,
i see the pain that causes the bitterness in...

We were sculpted by the hands of God almighty. His...
He gave each and everyone of us our own...

I can't really think of a way to start this poem...
But what i do no what i am, and where i came from...

I can\\\'t bare to live any longer
with these shadows all around me...