The wheather initiated showing footprints of cold ,
A boy was crounching inside of his blanket whose nature wasnt really bold.
For him where I should hug him but I don't  
He needs to learn that's life isn't a soft tone.
Unknowingly patting starts inside his chest ,
Was that a heat attack or someone telling him he's the best?
The inner child who wanted to feel warm is now in cage,
You might don't know but it takes a lot to drink you own rage.
if you were my little boy I would never let you down ,
I would hug you and never get you frown.
And if you were my little boy I would always make you proud,
Even if you weren't  my little boy you would be the only one I care about.