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As a child I stood alone in a jungle I called home

In the streets the gangs are all at play

With guns and knives just taking another life

When your their world falls down

As a man I worked the poverty line

Inhumanity and filth I survived

As the world is changing the streets remain the same

The riot of violence is forever

When anger and fear collide

I must make a stand and face the hate

No turning back, no surrender

Caught in the middle of an unseen force

Struggling and fighting for my life

The task, this challenging fate, my desire

Kicking, stomping and hitting, I'm numb

Shattered are the fragments of my sanity and fire

More and more in pain I grow in all of his blood

I feel the cold grip of fear

I feel the fingers around my throat

A knife in the back, I am going down

The icy cold chill runs down my spine

Lying face down in a pool of blood

Battered, stabbed and robbed I have become

I can hear the sirens scream in the night

Checking for the vital signs of life

Being rushed away and pricked by needles and pins

Getting plugged into monitors

Only hanging by a thread

Rushed in e.r. reconnecting the lines of life

But now the screen displays no signs of hope

Flat lined

My soul races up above

Looking down at my body below

Am I really dead, or is it just a dream

The medics are preparing for my return

They have revived my life, body, soul

Brought back from the dead I live again

Resurrected through machines of hope

Resurrection machine