Tatilar, Tatilar

Wandering the streets of the dusty, rag-tag, hate filled city that I had been forever forced to live in, I once again found myself stumbling across another act of violence. This time the victim was a young boy, roughly the age of 3 or 4. With my heart and soul of light not seen in a place of darkness, I reached out and helped the poor soul find his way to safety.
All with the help of a simple song.