The Young Man

Centuries, maybe eons ago A baby was born into the kingdom's ego Hands rose to greet the young one with a cheer As his smile quickened to appear Welcoming him with warm tenders from all Greeting him with blessed souls Now a days the baby's a young man With daughter and sons holding hands Singing so gracefully and cheerfully With the wind of freedom looking so peacefully His wife is so beautiful and wise For she is his light through twisted cries She's always there beside him She's his lantern awaiting to vanish the dim But, a few days ago, the young man got injured Resulting in a deep wound deep inside Fright is that he might die Whilst his kids and wife fight by his side Yet, his wound bleeds so severely With minutes he might pass away Leaving his kids and wife stranded On a lonely night's moonlight The cure is being mixed With hands so blessed With hope as a main recipe used To heal the pain of the wound I know the young man so well and feel so sad for the loss of his strength Yet, I shan't mention his name, He's from the same country I come from; From the same white, red, and green But please do regain your strength...