Born on two feet...
I will go on eight..
with millions following...
wishes for my well being coming from every mouth..
will not reach me..
the hatred in peoples heart will not touch me..
where will I be?
Parents,friends,family and foes..
find me if u can,
for I will be there..
where hasn't reached any man....
Sands in the hands
of a small child..
Trying to hold,it slips away..
just as my life has today...
I will never be back,
in this world of unreal kindness,
beneath the green grass and a large stone...
will I forever rest.