I realize the hurts,
children grow up remember their first time.
Parents gain another sense of death,
by the times the child doubt love.
Just dont know what is death,
but its there for you to dig in,
How deep will the grave be to end the drudge.
While yet not knowing what am I diggin for,
moments in time by the sweat and tears,
letting love know I am bejewel,
to this death of the oppose.