And there I was
Riding a mini bus
Staring outside the window
Lights flickering faint yellow
I gazed in the sky
It was gloomy and cloudy
There were no stars too shiny
It was plain dark and murky
As the driver turned the wheel
And we got up a hill
I caught a glimpse of a boy
Wearing ragged clothes and nothing more
As time passed by
I started thinking why
Parents leave their child
And show neither affection nor love
They live by themselves
Walking in the streets
Asking for something to eat
And are looking for tenderness
They seem hopeless and fatal
Boring and not cared about
As for their lives,
It’s either they live or die
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