River of tears flow...
A smile that never seems to glow..
Forming like an ocean in the Caribbean..
The tears take form, moving furious as a category 5 storm..
Could you hold the kid hands..
whose face hasn't smile in a long while...
Feeling neglected like a unwanted child..
Could you search the records and files...
For the history of the one who as suffered by and by....

Sometimes he picked up his school bag and head off far away in the hills...
Taking thing slowly as a patient taking pills...
From the situation he faces..
From the different phases..
From his book could you erase the hurtful pages...

The kid of the rocky ridge...