An eleven year old kid is standing outside in the blistering cold.
Waiting for someone for his story to being told.
No father and his mother far away.
Not that she isn't around, but to her there is just nothing to say.
besides: I love you mom.
Just because that kid knows from wich pain he is comming from.
He is thinking: "How is my life in ten years?"
Will it be the same shitty life, same dirty clothes and the same fears?
Will it be all about money and without love?
Will I still be looking to the ground instead of to the great free sky above?
Let me tell you kid,
You will always have fears, they will only chance.
But in those ten years you will have plenty of time to rearrenge.
Always think good about what you can give and take.
Just be sure you will life your own life without beeing fake.
Besure that when you love someone your love is true.
Because the love will be unbreakble when she loves you too.
Be strong and fair and some day your life will be greater.
I know, I really know.
Because now is ten years later.