When i was walking, the streets at night <br />the snowfall had made everyplace white <br /> <br />no destination, tired of people <br />no end of walking, tired a little <br /> <br />what a pretty scene, just a white cover <br />except me and god, no one was out there <br /> <br />but i saw a light, was a little far <br />something like candle, but someone's star <br /> <br />got close to that, saw a boy too young <br />like half life tiger, wasn't strong <br /> <br />leaned the wall like that he needed the warm <br />bosom of his kind, sympathetic mom <br /> <br />i sat down like that my only son's dead <br />said wake up young boy, 'who are you' he said <br /> <br />asked hey young prince, what's happened to you <br />what do you want just, tell me that to do <br /> <br />who are your parent's? Where is your father <br />who did this to you? who was your lover <br /> <br />didn't answer me.quiet and hopeless <br />lied down, was tired, waiting for his death <br /> <br />i put his head on, my frozen knees and <br />kissed his head, then i took his lifeless hands <br /> <br />i closed my eyes, leaned the cold hard wall <br />me and the young boy, under the snow fall <br /> <br />we were lonely and were always hopeless, <br />cheated, tired and we're always homeless <br /> <br />thinking about that, why life is so bad, <br />when we're looking back, no good time we had <br /> <br />always with the pain, without a friend <br />always waiting for, this damn life to end <br /> <br />i'm just wondering, about his life's way <br />he got no where to, go there and stay <br /> <br />He's still waiting, for who needing him <br />he hopes seeing her, in tonight's dream <br /> <br />he dies, in love, but no one cares about <br />yeah that is love so, never come around... <br /> <br />Prince...<br /><br />Mohamad Rasoul Mohamadi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-son-8/
