Chris is young and handsome. Chris is not six Neither is he seven He is certainly not eleven
Its cute to look at his vanished fat cheeks While growing up Chris fell in love with sticks
He habitually played on table causing domestic noise but as time went by, our patience outgrew his nuisance at home.
Impressed with his burning passion GrandDad bought him brand new sticks. Chris now plays drum in church Chris wakes up very early on sundays and he is the first to attend sunday service before everyone of us in the family ...
To Tread a narrow path is to turn back and realise the absence of cheerers I feel the pain of a lone bleeding wolf To change values is to stand and watch friends walk out of your life I don't understand how that People are easily forgotten Its like memories you shared with them are not preserved thereby, left rotten. The thing that binded our union is now but an Iron Curtain
A bitter nut to chew I use to have multitude Now I laugh with few The ones we see eye to eye have become strangers The ones we don't see eye to eye ...
You don't have to walk alone Everytime you pass by, the street boys stalk on you. The other day you met your friend, she told you that boys are like predators.
When you came to me, I was like mother- chicken covering her chicks from a ravenous hawk. When you came to me, I tried my possible best to drop down every weapon I had. Even the ones you couldn't see, cause I knew my eye was a sniper. So I was disarmed like Nicholas Vujicic
I knew your small world was surrounded with clouds. So each...
Baby i'll softly hold your hands whisper my voice in your ears i need you to listen, i wouldn't steal your heart, but i will steal your tears. i wouldn't steal your heart, But i will steal your hurt. i'll steal your fears.