I was born to a throne, with a silver spoon on my hands. I held it firmly to my chest. Hoping it will not be taken away from me. I felt when I get older, I will be stronger to defend my throne and my silver spoon. But all I could hear is the echoes of freedom, though am on a throne stronger than Rome. But it's violent prone . But it's my throne,thats what I have known ever since I have grown. But the silver spoon was snatched up from me and given to someone else that does not belong to my lineage. I was cast down to the streets in darkness. From there I learnt to accept no defeat. I can be farthest among the hardest. But all I hold fast unto now is to never accept defeat, "no retreat, no surrender ". But all these were just a dream to me, that looks real. Oh Lord cast me not away.
