Truth of my life

Fifty eight, well now it’s too late

My life has just been cut in half with a knife

With little health, I won’t live to see wealth

It’s just the way and in peace i’ll lay

Forever they say, it will get better

That’s not my case and there’s no time to waste

I will live to only give

To the poor, who face the horror

To the need, who can lead

To those who can share, will spair

And now you know story

So please don’t feel sorry...