I was born out of wedlock when my mama was young.
Poverty and crime i was always among.
People called me the bastard child.
That name calling left me mentally wild.
From an early age i grew up quick.
My childhood fears far away i had to kick.
Once upon a long time ago.
My inner soul i did not know.
Everything i took for granted.
Stole everything that i wanted.
Now my mamas dead and buried.
For me i know she deeply worried.
Once upon a short time ago.
I found that soul that i did not know.
My troubled past i have left behind.
A better future my new found soul does want to find.