*Living young and wild in my foreign country
I then got some news I was soon moving to another country
I got ready for the long ride, with god on my side
I had to walk through a death row, where the air got ice cold*
As I'm growing, Im moving with the flow
Since a youngster, I managed through a death row
Walking where it's boiling in the day
And frozen in the night
In a place where you have to watch your way
Where you better buckle up before you get frostbite
As I'm walking, taking a wrong step could mean your death
In a place where the fittest watch the others take their last breath
Migrating like animals in the danger
Looking out for any unknown strangers
A place where the danger glares in the dark
Where wild snakes live in a sand park
And the mood flares in a spark
Where you have to hide to survive
Where you have to use water wisely if you want to stay alive
Lurking around like wild animals
Walking through these cactuses with spikes
That jump at you to strike
Spikes and snakes all around
Lurking for your blood and crown
Where you have to get up everytime you down
No matter how long or hard the latter
You can't just break and shatter
As the night fall starts to creep
Everyone is getting ready to fall asleep
As they vanish In their dreams, just hoping they don't go too deep ...
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Ill Transmitted Infection
PoetrySelf made poetry. A story of a foreign guy that grows up emotionless.
