Feeling down and depressed, I’m cold, I’m stressed

I feel awake when I sleep, no warmth, no sheets

No family, no friends…no house to live in

So how do I survive, when all I do is cry?

We all have a purpose, isn’t that how life goes?

Searching up and down, for something God only knows

I sleep here; I sleep there, from a sewer to a chair

I want to wash my face; I want to brush my hair

Lord show me the way; please bless me with some food

You said you’d never leave me, your child that cries to you

I came across a man, who gave me paper and a pen

He said I have a calling, and my struggles reached the end

I didn’t know what to think, I didn’t know what to write

My minds filled with fog, but I’ll write about my life

A few months later, I bless kids and their wishes

By telling my life story, and living “From Rags to Riches”