This song is dedicated to the memory of the innocent children killed in Nithari,Noida.
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It's sad to learn that Life in itself has little value and people go to bizarre levels for their perverse gratification.Check out news sites for the full story;I've done the best I can through my art of expression.It may sound gory in parts but I couldn't euphemise it further.
Couldn’t say goodbye to mama and papa
Couldn’t play marbles longer with my friends
Couldn’t stay out in the rain, splash in puddles
Couldn’t see Life after Innocence end.
Cannot say was I bruised, was I beaten
Can’t say a word about my honour torn
Cannot say was a part of me sold or eaten
My story, hidden in my bones.
Cannot pick the villain’s face from a picture
Cannot say a thing about a time or place
Cannot raise my hand, I’m a number adding to a forgotten total
Underground for years without a trace.
Though the years have erased the story written in my blood
Righteousness reveals my resting place
Humanity will lift me from where the dirty river flows
And my story is hidden in my bones
Then the game begins when a bad man speaks of a bad man worse than he
Pointing fingers, innocent till proven guilty
My silent cry will shake the powers all the people living free
And my story is hidden in my bones.