In the back alleys of a low poverty land, Where hardship and change walk hand in hand, I grew amidst the chaos and the strife, Bearing witness to the struggles of life. The chimes of laughter seemed so far away, As hunger gnawed upon each passing day, But amidst the darkness, a flame burned bright, A spirit unyielding, ready to fight. With worn-out shoes and tattered clothes, I walked the path where hardship grows, Through barren streets and shattered dreams,