In my quest to achieve my mission, and move up the ladder of positions
I find myself lost and alone, searching for peace, so the mind can hold,
I pray to the lord, to have mercy on my soul,
because, those who know me, see my intentions as cold,
I am a product, of a blooming flower, neglected, and on my own
I follow the voice inside, whether right or wrong,because its all I know,
No father, no mother, no money, no chance, no guide,
My head held high, thanks to the most high,
If my mission fails, please lord, allow me learn, so I correct my mistakes.
