The going back- toughest task

In the middle of night I look at a child

I’m seeing him but not clear.

I look further and it’s not clear

He speaks in a language I never knew.

He sings the song I never heard

Meanwhile he asks me,

‘Why don’t you join me?’

I don’t know why

I never see him cry.

He’s just a child,

The one who lost in wild,

But I hate the way he talks

I don’t wanna take his walks.

Now he really stares at me

And he tries to drill my heart

I can’t withstand this pain

He’s trying to take my soul

I see my soul in his hand

I thought he’ll crush it hard

But I can see the soul so safe

That’d be its best ever place.