When my age was just to play toys,
I was forced to hear the quarell noise.
When i wanted the love of sisters and brothers,
I was sent off hostel to stay with others.
The smile of my lips could never say,
That every night with tears i lay.
Missing my loved ones wasn't a big deal,
Because the love of my part, someone had already stolen.
Now that i know what actually pain feels,
Time flies but pain never heals.