He unpacked his backpack
Left his books in a stack
Pack pieces of clothing
Coz before Dawn he's leaving
Living under strict rules
And being ordered around
Yet he don't have the tools
And his actions unfound
He is barely fifteen
He grew up way too soon
And he think with all he's seen
He's ready for the moon
Few years on the harsh street
So much misfortune he met
And almost nothing to eat
Now he curled up in regret
If only I was obedient
To parents that was tolerant
Now I am a grown man
And I can't even make a plan
©lenni-x
L