The joy of her success glitters
As dad grows dimples
With her love and dad\'s gene
I\'m proud, a black
Born into a world of carnivores
Protected from the madness of wild wolves
Not for long I know
Days and months passed
Time flied
As I spent the next seven years in a world of fantasy
Not knowing what stood ahead
Hate and bad zeal the world entertains
As if we are fed of darkness- - - No???
But we are- - -
Legends and seekers die martyrs.
I rest my case to the carnivores
As I am in no match to fight
But to weep out my soul.