Al Manar International School, Yanbu
They come down with tiny faces,
With a smile that always graces.
Their family and their surroundings,
Hug them like soft windings.
In their dream land they play,
With the angels all day.
When they give that
The whole world stops and stares for a while.
Those who erase it are inhuman,
Humans are those who summon,
For their innocent and sweet frown,
To turn upside down.
Let them live their tender age,
Without locking them in a cage.
Let their smile embed,
On their faces and never shed.