Laying here in the freezing cold,
every day I’m growing old.
Growing older by every minute,
Am I truly living in it?
In the here and in the now or in the future or in past,
I wish I had love and life pure freedom at last.
Dying on the inside out, so many times a day,
even though I take the time to hope and to pray.

Winter comes and winter goes, when will it be gone, I duly asked?
~ Finished being winter at last?
I look inside my heart and find,
the winter I'm trying to get rid of is mine.
I look inside my heart,
this life it is tearing me apart.
Let it go and be free,
I'm down on my bending knee.
Hoping for a better tomorrow,
My life is a living horror.
yearning for a brighter future,
waiting for the feel of summer!
Waiting......... Waiting......... Waiting.........

They filled his world with utmost bliss
Then left him in Stoikite without a single goodbye kiss
Now he feels he’s all alone
His aching hearts has turned to stone
People went and people came
But their love is just not the same
He thinks of his parents feeling rejected again and again
As he waits his parents open arms and love, but Yet it’s all in vain

Soon he’ll be a full-grown man,
And fate holds one more ugly plan.
On his 18th birthday he’ll be told to leave,
He’ll will be given no chances and no reprieve.
With no money in his pockets, just the clothes upon his back,
Some bread, some water held in the tatters of his rucksack.

With nothing to offer by way of grades nor skill
No one will offer him a job to fullfil .
He’ll have to beg, he’ll have to steel, just to make his two ends meet
Harsh cold days and winter nights, just surviving with barely enough food to eat.
Is he alive or his he dead
There is no difference inside his head.
Is there an end for this boy’s own sorrow,
Or will it be the same tomorrow?
An end to this boys misery there is not
just another life that the world has forgot.

Slavcho, he is silenced by his past,
Another memory that will always last.
The silent boy that they had found,
A victim that would make no sound.

Another day over, time for bed,
Time for Slavcho to rest his head.
As Slavcho slept deep in the night,
The boys, they gave him an awful fright.

They stripped him naked and held him tight,
As they lit the flame alight.
Then they lit his pubic hair,
Just for fun, a little scare.

The blanket, it did catch on fire,
The flames they went higher and higher.
Slavcho jumped and did a spin,
The blazing blanket, it fell on him.

Life is full of twists and turns,
This is how Slavcho sustained his burns.
His private parts were burned quite bad,
A joke gone wrong, the boys had, had

A story so very sad.
Never play with fire and flame,
Not a joke, not a game.