A little boy was born in winter
He did not know what was his name
He did not know a little thing but
He was so brave, he was so brave

He went to search for things existed
He went to search for edge of earth
He was not silent when something hurt him
He was not hiding a smile when got a toy

Though his world was interfered
His world was occupied
With old and bigger people,
Who saw it with different eyes

They put for him all borders
They told him to behave
They taught him fear with murder
They showed him another face.

He got so Broken, his spirit fade
He could not resist their royal fame
He silently obeyed their rules
Hence joined a group of other fools.

Who laughed very limited times
Who used to hide their feelings
They made their life look like lines
Of black and white colors, unless disappear

They never knew what could they become,
If those old and bigger people…
Would give them wings and believe they could fly…
They can discover with what they are gifted

The world could become a certainly excellent place
For joyful and happy wellbeing…
With creative power in everyone’s heart
They would finally call it a meaningful living..

A little boy was born in winter
He did not know what was his name
He did not know a little thing but
He was so brave, he was so brave.