Tears dropping from poppas eyes.

LIES, about this country streaming through his mind.

Inside, feeling worthless and insecure

as I hold his hand to let him know, one day I'll free you from all of this.

Our plates filled with left overs and saliva of another families dines,

I eat as if it were cooked just for me, its mine.

Poppa eats with his head down to floor,

I hold his hand once more.

Letting him know,

poppa, one day I'll free you from this.

A couch, I proudly call my bed,

with a towel that hardly covers my head.

We cant afford real covers, poppa says

our towels will have to due instead.

My brother lays in a hospital room,

about to pass away, since poppa can't afford the bill,

don't blame yourself poppa, my brother spills

I know this, for any father it has to kill.

Don't worry poppa, one day I'll free you from this.

My mother leaves us for another man she's just met

my father knows I'm all he has left.

But it's okay, Because one day I'm going to free you from all this.

I grow older and become ashamed of who we are,

ripped clothes and a raggety car.

I start to steal clothes, books and meals

how could anyone EVER know how this feels.

No one knows the tears spilled every night,

I know I'm wrong but the clothes fit just right.

I'm caught on tape

it's too late, to turn around

all i could hear, is the sound of my heart pound.

I'm caught and its time to call my fathers cell,

to tell his youngest is now sitting in jail.

Scared of the scolding, i grip my wrist

poppa approaches.

Don't Worry son, soon I will free you from this.