Stormzy
That poor little lost soul,
with his small, bewildered face
and his broken, battered body,
had no place to call home.
Then kindness — in the shape of a man —
reached out to hold him:
to nourish, to protect,
to love,
to give him hope.
And now that little face,
those dark eyes,
are filled with a new light.
Now he walks strong,
now he feels whole.
Now he is loved
and learning to love,
ready for a new home.
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