He told him self that he'd never do drugs,
He told him self that he'd never steal,
He said that he'll always have good faith,
Fait in him self, faith in God.
Despite him starving to be thin,
He never lost his confident,
He never lost his hope,
He never changed.
He's the type which I'd call innocent,
Shoorting stars broke his heart,
Sunset made him cry.
Innocent as a baby cuddling up in his mother's arm.
Naughty as a child of his age can possibly be.
Young and oblivious to sin
His hands are clean
His heart is pure
Basked with innocence
Yet, his eyes tell a different story.......
© Ubaid Ullah Ahmed