The noise fill the company like, 

   The noise fills the sky with winds. 

Bruise cover my hands and feet,  

 Like rocks cover the road s.

The place where I spend my whole days

  Working, like a slave. 

My life like a rat running from place to place, 

 Looking for what I did not lose.

Heavy tears  sit in my eyes, 

 Want to cry but no way, I don't know how. 

No way to cry,no way to laugh,  no time to play. 

I don't even know what a childhood is like. 

Creep out of bed, my mind on the rotten work to come.

What a hard time childhood.