His eyes were visible with a trace of tears.

 The little boy cried so much on the thorn hill ... His head crouched wailing on the edge Remembering the love of his parents who were gone His voice struggled ... His eyes were seen as scarce with tears ... The tears are soft ... Miserable, looking sad ... I tried to approach him then asked Why are you kid? The boy turned to look at me ... His eyes are empty ... The boy doesn't want to talk "Is something wrong with me kid?" Still the little boy was still silent ... His voice is still moaning ... Her sobs looked sad ... He looked back at me Then go away .... Without saying a word This thorn hill is a silent witness About the sadness of the orphan I hope God always gives him special privileges ... And bring him in heaven with his parents ...