The Son Poem by Mohamad Rasoul Mohamadi

When i was walking, the streets at night
the snowfall had made everyplace white

no destination, tired of people
no end of walking, tired a little

what a pretty scene, just a white cover
except me and god, no one was out there

but i saw a light, was a little far
something like candle, but someone's star

got close to that, saw a boy too young
like half life tiger, wasn't strong

leaned the wall like that he needed the warm
bosom of his kind, sympathetic mom

i sat down like that my only son's dead
said wake up young boy, 'who are you' he said

asked hey young prince, what's happened to you
what do you want just, tell me that to do

who are your parent's? Where is your father
who did this to you? who was your lover

didn't answer me.quiet and hopeless
lied down, was tired, waiting for his death

i put his head on, my frozen knees and
kissed his head, then i took his lifeless hands

i closed my eyes, leaned the cold hard wall
me and the young boy, under the snow fall

we were lonely and were always hopeless,
cheated, tired and we're always homeless

thinking about that, why life is so bad,
when we're looking back, no good time we had

always with the pain, without a friend
always waiting for, this damn life to end

i'm just wondering, about his life's way
he got no where to, go there and stay

He's still waiting, for who needing him
he hopes seeing her, in tonight's dream

he dies, in love, but no one cares about
yeah that is love so, never come around...

Prince...