I am so blod
I used to be so small

Now I think that l'm old, enough to be say how strong my mother was, when we had nothing but the cold

I have a father who so strong,
He always fight from his own, with the world his son's grow on

I grow up with my brother who has brilliant ideas of his own, he can think fast and smart he is so strong, he will never fails he will carry on

Thank you y'all for helping us to go on,
And you should know that we coming for all, One day our story will be written in a gold wall.

Written by Banusha Yasminda