Sacrifice a Priceless Question

SACRIFICE; PRICELESS QUESTION A little story from a little friend about a little thing That makes the little world a different from the taught mighty ocean Always smile beside me each morning i sat to reason Mostly he always bring the little insignificant story To my reasoning ear as i plan to break too quick In this little world i know My father told me one day a story When i hate my little sister so much That i had to sell her gold, Her priceless life for some foolish pleasure of hate There my sister termed me hell But in her rage my father rather speaks a story to us through her A bird hatched a golden child The future saviour for the world of the sky each moment of her life She had lived and gathered all the flying feather To guard their golden future of the air world Although her faith made her believe that through this golden child A golden sky world will be built The child destiny is even made to be seen in all the sky world Unknown to her, the child must die That has become the golden price, a golden save The golden actualization of a glorious destiny One golden morning, the golden cock goldenly announced The golden death of the golden child All fair feathers never understood the sound But the heir mother knew the message The world is doomed, she shouted Our world is doomed We have to fight for the glory and honour of our world Our future is no hope and our end is now We need to save our golden future But to all the sky host feathers No enemy or attack was seen around the corner There the glory of the golden child lifted him up to be executed The golden price, a golden heir, for a golden future There the voice of the mother speaks in terrible oar Yes, this is what i said, here the golden child But inside my belly There are so much gold that can change the world you see Taking the golden child And taking the golden world Which stands better than the eagle? Please, take all the gold in me And spare the life of the golden child Let him live for our world to live There my father hissed a deep smile in anger With a confused expression written all over his face he concluded Gold is not life But life is gold Never sell gold because you will not know When you are selling life.