Like a free bird, we descend on this earth,
And as a child we take birth,
Unknown from the dire world which lies outside so cold,
Our life is poured into a typical child’s mold.
And we, relish every moment of childhood,
And turn it into a photo, framed with wood.
Not in everyone’s hand lies the same fate,
And they turn out to be unfortunate,
Whose hands are not caressed with toys,
But tainted in factories with metals and alloys.
Whose eyes are not soothed by sun light
But by the dark mist which poisons their eyesight.
Whose legs do not get to kick the ball,
But bear the load, and under it they start to crawl.
Whose tender minds crave for study,
But their day hours are spent doing slavery.
Just because they can’t fight,
We cannot steal their birthright.
They are crying, because their innocent childhood is dying,
Cannot we hear their cries?
Are we evil enough to bear their childhood’s demise?
Not alone, but together, we can help the poor souls.
by giving them joy, we once stole,
by giving back their childhood the real sense.
And make their eyes glitter with essence of pure innocence.
And give their destiny the new bend,
What they truly deserve in the end.