The holy house, the sacred sand,
The beautiful river and the loving hand
Are they real or just a mirage
He finally asked with a charge.
Poor lad, once betrayed
Found it so hard to have his trust laid.
‘Love is a drug, oh so bad…
Never leaves you the same, once had’
Had his parents, had his friends,
But was lonely all his days.
All he knew was a life unfair,
Full of tyranny and despair.
He looked at the sky,
He looked at the stars..
A feeling of happiness he thought would pass.
…. To be continued 🙂