Pappa, come and
Play a game with me!
With these kites,
Let’s touch the sky!
Never like before,
You see the space we got!
No more buildings to
Stop our kites now!
See, the sky’ is all ours!
Anwar’s kites are
No more there to beat us!
But we should play keen.
Kite shouldn’t touch the
Bombing flights.
Forget not to look around too,
To run to the food van
Faster than the fastest wind.
Wake up Pappa,
No one else is there
To fly the kite with me..