When darkness falls and all was lights so lonely,
A child left torn, yearning for mother’s song.
That grief within his heart will sojourn so long.
Yesterday’s laughter, he can recall merely.
For tomorrow he will face life solely,
In search of the lost home, where he belong,
Waiting for someone to lift him up along,
To feel the love he desire and smile truly.
What people see in him is a mask of mirth,
As after everyone leaves, fadeth to sorrow,
Disguising a lost soul against the cold.
And those lamping eyes hold pains since birth,
Of scorn and denial, truths’ overthrow,
Hoping someday, veracities will be told.