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She's tucked in bed of floral white
To mommy's hand, she holds on tight
No hunger pangs disrupt her night
In dreams she sees candied delight 

He finds a place out on the street
He's scared of strangers that he'll meet
A piece of bread has been his treat
In dreams he sees his mother sweet

The morning comes, a brand new day
She hurries, for she can't delay
There's time at school for work and play
Her mom escorts her on the way

He hears a noise which makes him wake
It's cold; his body starts to shake
How many coins will begging make?
"Please help me, sir, for heaven's sake!"

Why should she have more toys to keep?
Why should he live in pain so deep?
When day is done, each child will sleep
In dreams she'll smile, while he will weep

And as you read this little rhyme
explain to me, what is the crime
of that young boy who's doing time
with heart of gold beneath the grime

Is there no way to right this wrong?
Will he get lost among the throng
in quest for love, a smile, a song
some food to make his body strong?

If circumstance would turn around
to make you sleep there on the ground
your crying drowned by city sound
would you not dream of being found?

So while you're kneeling by her bed
to plant your kisses on her head,
Think of that boy who lives in dread
and share your wealth, your home, your bread

A child should live a life carefree
and sleep in warm security
So hear my plea, and let this be
the day you change his destiny

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