It’s tough being a first born.

We carry the world on our shoulders.

Our parents and siblings expect us to thrive.

I wish they could understand that,

We are born in the struggle and sufferings,

And we are slaves of our sins.

We don’t sleep at night.

When will our dreams come to light?

We are strangers to peace.

There’s no one to blame.

We really need that fame.

In a world of give and take,

We remain humble.