A curse for the heaven
Look, Children are creeping
To the prison
With shabby locks
As their ornaments
Look, Children are creeping
Whether willingly or otherwise
For their confinement
On the endless roads
Of the heaven
A ride to hell
A ride to prison
Perhaps, someone have gobbled up
Their rusted ornaments
Of books, toys, parks
Excitement and enjoyment
A curse for the heaven
Look, Children are creeping
To the prison..