19-06-2008 15:28

He’s only age of ten
Claws of future wait for
To destroy his patience
To break down his reflections

In the pale street...he is crying
And his subsconcius is naked
Something’s lost so many times ago
As if it’s name belief or nothing,something that lost in time
Parents have no idea with that

Mother judges him with faults
Father holds him with pay
But one word’s in the air
No seeds of love with him

Neither age nor sex determined what will be done in future
It determined by the hands of fate
Hands of fate are three pieces
One of them belongs to faith
One for parents and one for child

Child...has got something to say
Faults...you think i’ve done it all
Why..you turned your back to me?
Hands...i need your helpful hands

I need your helpful hands
In these unlightened dens

Childhood is deadtoy...