now i think...
when i lived on 51st
there was no such thing as dreams
not even in my sleep
i would wake up screaming
but no one would ever hear me
was it my fault that nobody was there for me?
or am i victim of being abondened .
because daddy was the street corner
and mom was never around
i didnt have my little brother,
He had me
he called me his hero, that i thought.....i could never be
because i did bad...but i never let him see
but now i stand tall and strong
because no matter how big something is
i will never fall.