In a house far away,
I stayed;
In a divided home,
I lived;
to see the father beat the mother and the mother bully the children,
there I thought of suicide,
there I thought I was useless to the world,
We, children are the broken pieces; when the house is torn apart, We, children pay the price,
not only do we suffer physically
but emotionally we are ruined,
we think of suicide,
we think of drugs,
we create havoc on the life of others weaker than us,
There, the child sit outside,
and looks over to the city,
when will dad come home?
or when will mum come back ?
For the child do not know that
he's gone forever and she's gone forever,
Parents, remember your children
for they are the leaders of tomorrow,
For what good is there in building a ruined country among ruins?
What good is there in building a society, where people lack self-belief?
