The vision is going mild
I feel I am that child
that child in the back of car
When the car is moving far
Sees home being left behind
And struggles for way to find
How ruthless or unkind
This journey wont rewind
No matter how much he tries
Vehicle forward flies...
With every passing second
Distance is growing unreckoned
Whatever, HE HAS TO BEAR!
with patience or with tears...
