My heart weeps
The old besieged with the changes of time
Sporadic clockwise turn has left a lot desecrated in their prime
The hand on jaw forgotten in ponderous thought of what today’s life has become
Day by day a child is a prey of a broken home
My heart weeps
Lucid feelings of cradle days
Gathering pebbles at moonlight plays
Yet, much was the hope to become an adult someday
We were so fed with lessons of life and morals so nurtured
The elderly earn obedience and their command must be obeyed
So soft was the heart of the young, the old sculpt of sincerity and cultured
Morals, and Family values were transcribed in the letters of honor
Reminiscence the days of the old only leaves you with a fatal horror
Wherefore these cankerworms I do not know
The homely peace at twilight has it being eaten by western culture?
Yet I do not know
My heart weeps
The adolescence struggling to jump the time
Seeking obscene and filthy wealth to earn a rank
Abolishing fundamentals to lord over self the charms of life
My heart weeps
The heart of fathers ruined by the stretched of time
Their hands heavy with the filthy bell spreading the gospel of immorality
Hunting for fun in their daughters grade
Mothers wearing a boastful spirit for a child who scarf the item of another
My heart weeps
The faithful old is but left in nostalgia
Looking to the grave with a pain in the heart
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