Walking up the hilltop
He felt caught in a mob
Hiding his dark feelings still can't talk
So he fakes smiles if knocked
Nevertheless He's so touched
But still his soul can't dodge
Nope, the feelings are so strong
And he's not a monk
But a piece of broken bottles
Will he ever win this Battle
His Momma taught him a Song
To sing whenever you're drunk
"Baby baba Hu tung"
A life toner for a lad
But he's high and flat
Strong and Resilience
Like his mentor
#Mother Ant#
Who created him?💔💔



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