You are yet to be born
Not with what we shall give
But, with the world that provides
No love only hatred,
Only loss so sacred,
With the war that crashes,
With the death that lashes
On to the lives like satan.
You shall be born
In a country of your own,
You shall be given love
Untill you are grown
To empower the week
In the world so bleak
Of the love that should have been conferred.
Oh my child
You shall be born
In the time of the calamity
Where everyone thinks of himself
And none for the humanity.
You be the light in the catacombs
Give eyes to the blinds
And Be the one who shall be heard.
Oh my child
You shall be the one to bring the change
To The world from withering and faint,
The one to bring peace and equality,
The one to seek the growth of humanity,
You may feel disheartened when born,
But shall seek joy in the journey you borne.
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