The emergence of a new born is announced by her cries in the cold
That very moment she leaves the warmth in which she was mould
But in reassuring arms,
She is comforted and grows calm.
Soon she realises there's more to life than candy and sweets,
And someday she would have to stand alone on her feet.
Was she prepared to face the world?
No, there were countless times she ran back in, and cried out to her Lord!
Her innocence and optimism
Is challenged by the world's depravity and pessimism
Every now and then, she's under pressure
To disregard virtues she's always treasured.
She knows she ought to be patient and ought not to worry
But that's really difficult in a world where everyone is in a hurry.
Eventually, she loses her peace
For the things her eyes sees.
Fearing she may be lagging behind
She adopts schemes that are truly not refined
Sadly, the more she craves and acquires
The more the vacuum in her heart requires
Her emptiness reveals her deeper need for something more than things
Regrettably, her lust has made her lose her love and regard for beings.
Oh No! this is not the sweet girl has parents had raised,
And the streets in which she grew praised.