In the walls of entering life, where riches reign supreme,

I grew up in the world of privilege or so it may seem .

With mansions towering high and many flowers surrounding the giant house.

l live a life of luxury, just like a dream.

But among the wealth and cool life l often felt alone ,

For wealth cannot buy the love that truly makes a home.

In the echo of empty walls , l searched for something more , to come a sense of purpose a deeper truth , beyond the gold doors .

I longed to find my place, to carve my own path true ,

To break free from the chains of wealth , and find my own debut .

For in the shadow of my family’s name , is hard to find my freedom.

With every step l take,l find strength.

To defy the expectations and chart my own demand for

Is not defined by silver or by gold, But by the richness of

the soul , in stories yet untold.

So here l am today, a product of my fate .

A testament to resilience in a world that is so intricate,

for growing in the wealthy family , have taught me to believe ,

that true wealth lies within in the treasures we achieve.

For the Poors life is within , followed by happiness .