When I Were a Little Slave

When I were a little slave. My nature was developing clave. I were doing as they pretend, If I do, they always mend. When I don’t want to sleep, They frightened me ghosts and stops my weep. They introduce me fairies tale, I tried to fly but always fail. Ghosts and fairies were my learning thread, I expect little different when I ate bread. My childhood was dark and disable, I lived as servant and counts as a feeble.