I cannot remember when life was fun.
When I was loved as a son.
I can only remember the pain of past…
When into hell this life was cast.
Screaming and beatings started each day,
This I took too school to play.
Other kids laughing having such fun…
I was the lost and lonely one.
I tried so hard to be one of the crowd,
Always a joker laughing so loud.
But inside I was crying, falling apart…
Wondering when the fun times would start.
But every day more beatings seen and received,
This cannot be life, I have been deceived.
Cause so many talk of “when days were fun”
And I cannot remember a single one.