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
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