Waif

Dreaming about life in the city People in the village were so generocity How he wish to return to the village Where he will not live in the midst of foul language Back in there life was so sweet Now walking down the street With bare feet Weather in the cold or heat Dying with hunger People were shouting at him with their anger Every night I turn left to right Nowhere to go Nothing to do Order than to live at peoples' door And sleeping on the floor As no roof over his head Which lead Him under the bridge Near the edge Or in the vent Because he can not effort to pay rent Oh! how he miss his mother, Father, sister and brother Remember how they used to ushered him home When he come How his little sister and brother welcome Him home Now living in ghotto His body full with tattoo Oh! how I try Never to cry When I see him I felt so bad And really sad