Innocent eyes looking up to the sky
The gaze does not reach where it should have
Blinded by ways of the adults –
For such names had they been given,
He tries to find the difference between he and I.

Tiny fingers locked with mine,
We walked by, every details in mind.
But, to each our own ways,
To each our own views,
Again, the same path we are bound to share.

The spark filling those eyes,
Questions dawn in the mind.
What he sees and I do not,
I keep wondering,
As people come and go by.

The ways of parting,
The approach to farewells,
Don’t I, among others, know it too well?
The bonds that break, the feelings that blur,
Such is the fate at the crossroads of life.

Innocent eyes looking up to the sky,
The time has not come yet for him to fly.
Our grasp loosen as the seconds glide by,
The smiles fade as the hearts cry.
It has now come to the final goodbye.