Burnt a hundred times, I fear my next step
I wish I could be here forever,
never leave my corner.
A child takes his first steps,
to watch as everyone jumps in joy.
I wish I could be as brave.
I don't want to wake up.
If I had the courage, I would sleep.

The blissful Sunday morning is not mine.
The evenings cried on another's shoulders are not mine.
I am the child with the crutch
Who needs to let the crutch go to swim in this flood.
I'll grow up without it.

I listen to people talking,
I am here today
I shan't stay
Nothing to wait for.
No one would know
Not even when i'm gone.

I shan't look back.
Those days when no one would make me frown
I used to be protected.
This corner mine.