now i think...

when i lived on 51st

there was no such thing as dreams

not even in my sleep

i would wake up screaming

but no one would ever hear me

was it my fault that nobody was there for me?

or am i victim of being abondened .

because daddy was the street corner

and mom was never around

i didnt have my little brother,

He had me

he called me his hero, that i thought.....i could never be

because i did bad...but i never let him see

but now i stand tall and strong

because no matter how big something is

i will never fall.