Krobea

A CRY OF A YOUNG FELLOW

To the young fellow it was all a lie.
For all his life he has lived in affright.
All he ventured into seemed not right.
And could not live with the sight.
From infancy was foretold the future is bright.
But all he has seen is doom and nothing shines.
To him at the end of the tunnel there has never been light.
Religion taught him to fast and pray all night.
But all couldn\'t make it right.

KROBEA.