A Child of Nations

Lack of motivation
In this grey situation
Time is time, is moving
And I’m in change
I’m an anti-gravity slave
Heavy heart, empty chain
Burden to you, burden to life
Like a wooden horse
First in line
Nobody’s friend, nobody’s brother
Born to this world and mother for father (?)
Always late, with much expectations
And damn closed doors
The child of nations
Feet uncovered, mighty soil
My life vest and a hand full of coins
Deserted dog, a child denied
But not your pride, the pride is right
Soon you reap, the storm is sold
Your God and special papers will fade away
The child of nations