My faith drench, my spirit quench,
Only me, just me, no one to comply.
Though I sit with a stench.
As my saline fluid drops, my eyes clench.
My crayons; my only ally,
My crayons are what I need to retrench,
So, I must raise my voice to end my distress and to crucify.
Unto myself I do not dignify,
But in my class, I should rein.
Sign the vow at the orphanage, though diss, but nullify.
So my wails will not be in vain.
My foster, my rainbow,
I always drew my tomorrow.