A kid I've seen lil boy, he was alone at street He was in rags, all dirty poor little kid He had no money and no food for a couple of days Felt victim to the street, a pure creation of our days He was so tired and afraid to talk I understood that for his years he felt a lot. He knew what's hunger means, but couldn't understood what's - love He suffered much and felt how fate was laughing above There was no place for him, that we use to call sweet home He has to live his life at street and days and nights alone He knew what humiliation mean and how it hearts When brothers beat you and call you odds I saw a love in the soul of kid and tears on his eyes I love my GOD, but still I couldn't realize What was his sin that he is suffering for and live as an outcast? Oh, may be on the Hell where we live he is just a guest? I hope he'll get to HEAVEN, I hope he'll be o.k., But still it hurts to see coldhearted people, it leaves an ache!
Reason for writing:
i really saw that kid
Birth sign: Capricorn
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