At the dawn the clock pointing 3
Some reasons make me still awake
hen I got filled with lost feeling
I breathe my last one with pain
Free from silent darkness
Free from bloody pain
Free from getting depressed
Free from pressure of life
Tried to speak out my pain
Locked out, no one hears
Father locked me in a square
Sister fed me with thrilling toe
I was looking over my family
Two weeks later
My mom fell down seeing me
Sending my body on clothe
I was Satisfied
but it was changed
Lying down bug's looking on bed
No one seemed to be care for me
Me, myself for my life
I'm sure thet I born with new life
I feel free from isolated time
Negotiating with the death
Made a pure bug, yes