With a heavy heart in the sea of agony,
he walked silently through the dark night street.
With a knife in his hand and blood over his shirt,
His sweat froze over his face while his hands trembled in fear.
The vibrant little boy who was once filled with life,
Marched on the stony path as a dead man walking.
With his bare feet bleeding and bruises over his body,
With his tears filled eyes while his lips quivered,
"THINGS THAT WE DO FOR LOVE"