The little kid by baye baxoonima elghazalli
The little kid
He falls and keep moving
He crys at everything
But most importantly beleives
He beleives in his mum
She beleives in her dad
They beleive it all
Whatever being told,wrong or right
When he falls
He is not embarrased to keep moving
For he knows life moves on
So he wants to keep moving
If men could all be kids
Who just want to beleive
That everything is fine
At one point or the other
Kids pray,kids play
Not one affects one
We play and cant pray
Cus we do one at expense of one
We cant keep doing one thing
Cus our brain wont stay
It knows too much
So it fails too much
Just imagining if men could be like kids?