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RowinHood - Abandoned
- I came to Poland on the 14th of may, school trip to an orphanage,
- said it would be the best of the year, seemed ok.
- When we arrived, first thing that happened, walk of fame.
- Little kids giving me a hand with my suitcase.
- Didn't know what to expect to be honost.
- The rest of the day, literally no contact. They didn't even bother.
- Felt like we weren't welcome to help them with their welfare.
- So i ended the day by sitting in silence, only communicating with the Dutch who were there.
- Seemed weird.
- Second day, more room for jokes and laughter,
- started repairing the rooms and talking at diner followed after.
- Made a little buddy named Fabian, the most special of all of 'em.
- Had a connection and played football as i bonded with 'em.
- So strong yet so simple, based on the fact i couldn't even talk with 'em.
- Polish Dutch, didn't really work, doing it with gestures as i walked with 'em.
- Only words i knew in Polish were nastier than dirt.
- Made some new brothers in the house, some others didn't do.
- But this kid seemed special. Why? Got no clue.
- Third day, we chilled around the house, talking to all of the kid.
- Most came about as playful, i even wrestled with the young boys, they were fond of it.
- But something was in the water, backgrounds were hidden.
- I knew they were all there as a result of the most harmful drug, parents couldn't care for their chldren because of a liquid.
- Chose to shove the problems under the rug.
- Volunteers trying to avoid the kids from transforming into thugs, selling bags of drugs.
- See them sitting and thinking of the liquid formed demon that once made them this way, as they glock back another mug.
- Children rotting away, abandoned as i tried to zone out, only able with the calmth of my earplugs.
- Fourth day, planned activities before the farewell and we played. Competing in two teams.
- We even won, without having to use schemes.
- That night, something i couldn't believe.
- Discovered something still haunting me in my dreams.
- Full of emotions i was seen.
- As we stood in the hallway at the night of goodbyes,
- there was me and another guy starting to form tears out of our eyes.
- The two biggest dudes, couldn't swallow the pride,
- instead gave into the feeling buried deep inside.
- Fabian, standing right in front of me,
- didn't know what was going on, asking for it desperately.
- Till this lady told him this was the last time he would see me.
- A kid lost everything he got, formed a rare bond so quickly, he fragmented into a hundred pieces because of disbelief.
- Held on to me so dearly as he thought that would keep me,
- from floating away into the deep.
- That night, our Dutch mentor went upstairs to all the little boys,
- they showed him where in the world they wanted to once go, when they were old.
- Fantasies coming alive, although one kid left it cold.
- Fabian sitting in the corner, scratching open his toes.
- Blood over his feet, hands and it mold,
- the kid who thought he won a friend yet that friend needed to let go.
- Self mutualation at the age of 8, blamed himself for the rampage.
- Went to hell and back, now i wonder what it's made.
- Where is this young boy looking so cheerful?
- Played with me the day before, yet deep inside secretly fearfull.
- I will never know how he turned out
- and if he would see me now, would he remember me?
- Or was i just the one who needed him so desperately?
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