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No hope, no guidance, no chance.
Beneath the wings of nurture he longed for protection, a creation of love was he not?
From his conception began his rejection,a mistake his mother would cry as she saw her past in his eyes.
No hope, no guidance, no chance.
He watched his mother lose her pain through a needle in her vein,
he desired just the same to find an antidote for his pain.

In the shadows of society he was raised then dragged to the surface with only his name.
No hope, no guidance, no chance.
On the surface he must crawl he looks above as others soar,he prays to god with little faith,
"Take me god beneath your wing hold me close don't give in,together then we can fly and catch my dreams passing by,hope is my Saviour you are my hope save me please hold me close ,i will not fall my word is truth please god guide through my youth,
please pull me from this forbidden ground to have the chance to be crowned".
Hope, guidance, chance.
These were his wishes, all he asked.
He looks above they look ahead he crawls unnoticed to his death a journey long and full of pain, anger is his only gain.
The forbidden path he now follows full of pain full of sorrow,
Through a needle in the vein he finds an antidote to his pain.
Hope, guidance, chance,
These were his wishes all he asked,
He has no hope he has no guide his chance is lost he dreams to die.

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