: About Me

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, ...