If you were to ask me how I was as a child,
You'd gasp regarding my plight.
For I was adopted, bewildered, and wild.
Upon knowing my Father's retreat from my life.
A lack of identity kept haunting me.
I cried to God for I felt despised.
His Spirit made me alive while on my knees.
There and then God said; My Son Arise!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem