So I became
That child on the cover of New York Times
The symbol of childhood
Fathered by pain of bullets
And detonated bombs
So I became
The island in a sea of blood
Sourced by anger and ignorance
Propelled towards grieve
For a time that will never be
A time that will have me in mothers arms
So I became
The one that will be silent
To the screams of loneliness
And want of that kiss of I adore you
So I became
Me
The one waiting for the sun in this night
For the moon is not enough
Source: Enigmatic Global Concept