Some people I have,
Who helps me to grow,
Who has my stab,
Who helps me to know,
Who I am?

Some are from birth,
Some came with time,
They aren't less than my heart,
As they only thought me to smile,
In this small life.

I know I will grow with time,
No doubt, I loose them some day,
Can't protect even if they are mine,
All needs to fade away,
Either today or the next.

These faces are known perfectly.
Since I was child,
I had them and they had me,
They loved me even when I was wild.
These faces I know,
And I will try to never let this go.