When Is My Turn

When is my turn I see them holding hands Smiling and kissing on the streets And I ask when is my turn When will I find Love? I see them playing Singing,jumping Late in the evening hugging they Folks While I work everyday after school And late in the evening cook for my siblings So than I ask When is my turn? I see them All of them Sitting around planning Talking and having a feast Wen all I'll have for supper tonight Is a glass of oxygen mixed with hydrogen So again I asked when is my turn? Will I ever see my tears disappear Will ever happiness smash into me? Cause I see them Seeing me Praying for me I see them wanting to help me But they minds are too occupied To accommodate my life Hands too full To pick me So I ask When is my turn?