The Child Şiiri - Nevzat Güler

There was a man with principles but his heart was aching
He sprinkled them over a white paper, his hands were shaking
He found an envelope in his drawer that he kept for years
Folded the paper inside, sealed it, with best of his tears

He had made so many mistakes yet endured to live
Searching for a reason that would make him believe
He did not know what to look for, until he saw the chid
The child had blue eyes, dark hair and an uncertain smile

The heart of the child was pure and the future was bright
He thought he was imagining but the goodness was just right
The man remembered his purpose, found the source of his ache
He had setup to save the world but saw the choice he had to make

The child was so beautiful yet the world was so crowded
He was tempted to burn it all for the sake of the child
Every man is divided, spending his life to make sense of the pieces
Trying to look at the whole picture, he cannot see what he misses

When the man with principles saw the child with blue eyes
He finally understood what he missed for all those times
Yet he cannot get back and live the youth of his prime
He was late to find the child, that was his only crime