The sunset is dripping over the edge of cliff
As the haze in the eyes smother the innocence
Of the children playing for fruitful vigilance
As the sombre nightfall will come in tristful stiff

Heading home to warm meal except the bravest one
Where he heads to shelter, to meet his lonely mom
She's been shattered by fist and destroyed by mind bomb
Yet remains the mother that will guide her bright son

This story of his past without a proper home
Lead to his own beliefs in the proper justice
Trailblazing poverty into the march ruckus

Now being appointed to the bench with a tome
Helping other victims of helpless circumstance
By showing them way out, a man that will give chance