Little one, sat against a tree,
Last thing he remembered was his sweet memories that keep in the pocket,
He don’t understand the feeling missing his past.
All he knew, is to continue this path,
And this called a day of his when the sun goes down.
He closed his eyes, and open,
He saw the mama, and the grandfather, the meaning of his life.
He was surrounded by many things but them.
One day he’ll know,
No reason for him to keep up for a moment,
Time and time again over the same journey.
Discourage by realization,
This world making him crazy.
He wondered if the shining light had passed off his day.
Let in the wind he can’t stand,
He needs someone to look up to.
Last thing he remembered was his sweet memories that keep in the pocket,
He don’t understand the feeling missing his past.
All he knew, is to continue this path,
And this called a day of his when the sun goes down.
He closed his eyes, and open,
He saw the mama, and the grandfather, the meaning of his life.
He was surrounded by many things but them.
One day he’ll know,
No reason for him to keep up for a moment,
Time and time again over the same journey.
Discourage by realization,
This world making him crazy.
He wondered if the shining light had passed off his day.
Let in the wind he can’t stand,
He needs someone to look up to.
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