I grew up a poor boy in Germany with nothing,
Wasn’t the smartest of them all.
Begging for mercy and I was grieving,
I wish I had a roof over my head sleeping in the nightfall.
Over and over again, Mum wanted to have money,
And Daddy wanted to be freer.
Beggars got to be choosers I beg for mercy,
I wish I was the richest foreigner.
With little food scavenged in sight,
I lost my will to be alive.
Won’t go down without a fight,
I am still wanting my life.
Going to become a death from starvation,
Needing everything to be my sustainability.
Eagerly I want it all, the money and a home breathtaking,
Just I want to live without my family in poverty.
Younger than me, my baby sister Octavia was born,
She lived through poverty with me and my family.
Without a doubt, the life I once knew was torn,
I wanted to become rich without any sight of poverty.
Unwelcoming me to the saddened world of death,
Offerings of sacrifices came through the minds of us.
Please oh please Lord let my family become forsaken,
Overnight we shall live to become hunger-free fellas.
Tomorrow won’t be different than any ordinary days,
I am eagerly wanted to live a poverty-free life.
As I slept, my days of poverty made sufficient change,
Wishes and dreams never to ever seek any death.
Once tomorrow came, I’m different and a changed boy,
Sacrificing my life to be poverty free with my will to change.
People always laughed at us like it’s so funny to be in poverty,
A wealthy man gave us a lot of money now we’re in riches.
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