Child In Me

The Child in me, one day cried in me, 

The other day I had his body in my hands he died in me. 

I walked like his grave everyday, 

Even the news of his death was buried inside my heart till today. 

He was a good child but a little bit shy. 

He used to peek at the world from my eye, 

He left me alone very silently didn't even utter a goodbye. 

 When he discovered the monsters hiding behind pretty masks his shuddered, 

I sometimes doubt if he committed his own life or he was murdered. 

The child in me, one day cried in me, 

The other day I had his body in my hands he died in me. 

He didn't fancy for the world's joy, 

But the world played him as a toy, 

He was too innocent, didn't know the difference between real person and a mere decoy. 

As the time passed I grew old but he stayed a child forever. 

He always remained the sweet and humble one never let me knew even when he had to suffer.

I didn't even have tears to mourn his death, 

With him I lost all my hopes, my courage and my strength. 

The Child in me, one day cried in me,

The other day I had his body in my hands, he died in me. 

Now, there are no traces of him, neither his last remains inside in me, 

The child in me, one day cried in me.