Mama works too hard .. Cos no Pa
But I'm going to be her savior .
Little did I know She had sold me to the sailor ..
My dreams came crashing
like I've been pushed off the ladder
My weak body is about to go through grave danger ...
If I don't survive this .. Say hello to the undertaker .
My master always holding the whip. If I talk ... It will be a day to suffer
Reflections in the mirror ... Could it have gotten any better
Working through the storms , wondering .. Is there really a savior .
Is anybody out there listening to the songs of sorrow ...
Teary eyes --- would there be a day called tomorrow .
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