• kbps007 11w

    Sweet Child

    A bit timid and a little ambitious,
    he had entered those unkown lands,
    far from his mother and really far from his father.
    There were no freindly signs,
    but in the middle of the ocean,
    you got nothing but to get your sail on.
    He was tested and manytimes bested.
    End of the day he wiped his tears all on his own. Every night he talked to the skies and stars.
    Hoping to go back to his mom, one day. Hoping one day this nightmare is over. He fought everyday within while he fought for his acceptance. At an age of playing hide and seek he was fighting for his existance. I hope he finds his mother.