A child that knows no better
A parent of yours or another
A stranger, a friend, a relative
A lover, an enemy that you want to leave
Games are just ploys made up of toys
Gaps on that bridge you want to enjoy
To peek, to see, to discover those heights
Beyond there, under those steel so tight
Minds that travel far and wide
Thoughts that trickle one by one
In search of, to unearth the right track
The right path to all that questioning hands
Is this true or not, is this hate or love
Can one armed with numbers or math
Tell us the right, but truly not
For only God knows what's truly in our hearts...:)
