Symphony...

When the world seems tough.. And all go wrong .. All I remember is a lovely song.. 'you are the bravest kid to your mom ' !! *here's the song* Rest o' little , you little chweet charm.. Keep your hand here .. Into my palm. Then close your tiny eyes that blink , and sigh no more, nor do think ! Worries out fly, and grudges all vanish.. Doubts erase.. And only dreams you chase, baby, don't blabber, in Hebrew or Spanish.. Mumma's here with you in every phase ! Go, ahead..for your dreams no matter you alone .. Go ahead, and make a world of your own.. Get to your stars , and moons and the sun.. Make your own happiness in every run .. Cry never baby, cry never ever ! Tears and fears are deceivers ever .. Sing and live the tunes and the hues.. And 'Dance', to come out of the blues ! Little you, lively , when you'll be grown.. Unlike mumma, you live , with the shackles thrown.. And here , I lay you on the bed of dreams.. Wea

I lay asleep, And things went on... By the time I woke, The time was gone! I thought God will do everyone's good, And be fair to his child... But I went rushing in tears to him, When the final day arrived. “I did none's harm and stole not a thing, That I was gentle by nature and did no sin, So, why still you ranked me last? And why you overlooked my glorious past?” Strange! God didn't smile looking at me... Thought I was the most lovable child held he, And then he spoke with an eye on me “You did nothing to be you ever wanted to be”!!! Perplexed, I stared... His throat, he cleared... “You lived on a past that died years back , And buried your dreams alive stack by stack... For you were a coward who never dared a thing, Child, harming and stealing are not alone sins.” “My love for you never faded, Until  your dreams for your fears ’re traded... Every night, some magic, I hid inside the box(mind),