He lived for the now,
And not from the then.
He raised his sisters and brothers,
There were exactly ten.
His mother was just a girl,
When he came to be.
She doesn't really care much,
That he now can see.
She spends nights on the streets,
Hardly ever at home.
All though there are nine others,
He often feels alone.
The boy doesn't know his father,
Not even his name.
His mother said he's a loser,
The boy wanted to meet him just the same.
She says he died,
Or maybe ran away.
Sometimes the boy wants to go,
But for the others he must stay.
He goes to school by day,
And works at night.
Sometimes he wants to give up,
But he knows he must fight.
His childhood was stolen,
He was forced to grow up fast.
But he's not an angry person,
'Cause he can't change the past.
Often he wants to leave,
And make a fresh new start.
But he loves his family,
And they will never be apart.
They don't need a father or mother,
The boy is all they need.
He is like a beautiful flower,
Grown from a tiny little seed.
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