There was no chance to live .
You either survive or surrender .
Locked up inside me is a child longing for a chance to live.
Striving for an opportunity to be .
Was denied the chance to exist at an early age .
Now he’s locked up inside this wrinkled flesh heading to death .
He who had that chance is blessed .
He who enjoyed that phase is beyond blessed .
I wish I was granted that chance to play .
Now I’m grateful for every chance that I get to pray .
When this ulcerated structure finally falls off .
He who has been locked away will be released unscathed.
Above all that I’ve faced , I’ve gained great respect for the world .
For it can destroy you or groom you .