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I left my guitar

In despair I packed my things and left

In thinking of leaving my home there was not one day I wept

I wept

I wept, but not because of the thought of leaving my home

I wept as I slept

Because I felt all alone

I wept because my world had suddenly turned upside down

I wept because I was a orphan on my own

With no parents in my life

My mind begged the lord to see the light

I tried to be happy with all my might

But at 12 years old

I could not understand how the world could be so cold

In the blink of an eye everything had changed

My little broken heart was feeling so strange

As I abused myself and everyone else

To help relieve the pain I felt

To prepare for departure

I was no longer a child

I was grown

My innocence was no longer appearent

I now felt the unGodly pain of the world

Fly away from Yard

To come to dis place

Because my Jamaican life had been destroyed  

And now my life was void

This was my destiny

To live my life here

Challenge my destiny -Do I dare?

Free my chained soul and take it one day at a time

Let me start there