Slave that's what my name is. Born into the world of misery, and somebody's original sin, people around must have been smiling when i came, but it was just me crying feeling lame. I grew up into this thorny world of disguise, but i never expected more then just being nice, dear love! dear father was I so bad you couldn't bear me. Trapped in cold winter storms, and a feeling of ice age around, I cry for hearing at least somebody's whispering sound, all I ever find are my small little microbial friends, and I stay fragile begging lord for mercy. I grew up into this thorny world of disguise, but i never expected more then just being nice, dear love! dear father was I so bad you couldn't bear me.