A lot of people call it history. It's only right to call it my story. Cause I been through a lot and thought it never stop. With everything I got, I held on with. I may have problems with expressing my oppinion. And a million other things I just fail with to mention. Like it was my fault that nobody told me to hold on tight. If I could translate everything, I feel this is exactly what my heart reveals. I'm looking for understanding, someone set me free from his pison I'm in.