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Looking out the window I see streets full of gold,
Full of dangers and miscreants..or so I was told,
I would stand in the window pane where I was never allowed,
I think they knew if I stood there long enough I'd hear the freedom sound,
Children on skateboards, holding hands with their parents,
Walking to the beaches with chips, spades, buckets and tents,
I'd see teenagers congregate, laughing in crowds,
The drunkards stumbling, painting the town,
The locks on the windows and doors start to shatter,
The plans in my head build, rules no longer matter,
Take a ride to the station where my journeys start leads,
Too young to know what 24 hour clock times mean,
Wait a little bit longer till I'm more prepared,
A planned secret mission with nobody shared,
Finally 3 years later my time has come,
My bags are packed, let's run run run!!
A soul set free, I am safe at last,
All the dangers at home are left in the past,
Bright lights trail my road to happiness,
3 years planning had led to this,
Financially I can survive on my business,
Nobody pushing a structure - with resistance I'm punished,
This is my world now, my kingdom, my home,
The wall in the square by the gardens I'm known,
Famous to foot soldiers from every world war,
Scars behind their eyes from the tragedy they saw,
Kings of a palace, no regime, a squat,
Sharing everything we had, and that day we'd got,
Watching the rat race start at 6am,
I would always wonder what it's like to be them,
They would sneer and stare, pass judgement on me,
Apart from the ones that looked...oh so sorry,
I ain't sorry, for the first time I'm happy,
This journey took a while but I have a new family,
People with support, when needed, enlist,
Never feeling the urge to control with their fists,
I had money, some couches, food and new clothes,
Too young to invest in my own fixed abode,
I didn't want responsibility I just wanted to be free,
Live my life how I wanted, feel ok to be me,
Yeah there were cold nights and some vicious scenes,
People exploiting you for whatever they need,
It doesn't take you long to know you aren't made of glass,
And know you're big enough to kick anyone's ass,
It took some hard knocks to make me who I am,
This journey wasn't a pleasant one and didn't go to plan,
But where the journey wound up after intensive training,
Produced a sergeant who can deal with just about anything,
People in groups with huge attitudes,
Ready to kick the outta the 'funny lookin youts',
But in less than 30 seconds their army retreats,
Cos I'm ***ing Majestic and these are my streets,
Chavs in congregation, at the pier wanna rumble,
The second I turn up the group soon crumbles,
Some diving into water and others big for their boots,
Doesn't last for long, no need for the blues,
Shout louder than a foghorn, puff out your feathers, head held high,
Shoulders straight, hands clenched, blackness in eyes,
Use words of terror and threats with no measure,
No truth behind it but will they know that? Never!
See all it takes if you're really clever,
Is the confidence in you to know you won't ever,
Stoop as low as them or do the things you just said,
And to know that kid in the window ain't dead,
The visions out that window remain in my head,
Paving the road to El Dorado to which my journey led,
This experience my foundation to a liberated life,
Teaches you when to let go and when to hold on tight,
Believe in yourself and your abilities known,
Will lead you to build your desired home,
But there is only one catch - you must never give up!
And always remind yourself, you're always enough,
The journey is rough and covers you in dust,
As long as you can see, fight you must!
Through these words I live vicariously,
And look what it produced!! How ***ing cool is me? Haha
It could be you too on your individual journey,
I'm interested to know, come share it with me,
Together convalesce in a world that is free.
