Walk into the grey
A fathers day
The world was grey
There in the womb I started to pray ,
The first light on my retina brought me out
And I was called "my young scout",
From the hand hands of him
I was then taken away
Put on the floor and he thought me crawl to his finger
And then I bolded the finger and walked through path
That he showed me
Don't know when he left my finger
And my hand turned hairy and huge
Bold and masculine I was growing day by day
And when I realised there is my dad very far away
Looking at me when I ran to him he caught my finger
And moved till a distance then he fell and started crawl
Crawling and crawling he once stopped and then he went into
The womb of mother (nature)
In to the grey
