Life is very insecure
People are waiting for a cure
Innocent kids with pure hearts
Living in the streets with damaged parts.

Kids running down the streets
Looking around while full of fears and tears
Hoping God would save their soul
Before someone comes and kills them all.

Searching themselves a shelter from the rain
Looking for food while in pain.
They kept searching the street bins
Although all they found was empty tins.

They look up high in the sky and say
Why is it god that you despite me in this way.
Then looks at his street neighbor and say
Why aren’t I blessed to have a good day.
Then re-thinks and say I want a good job
And a good pay for even
Half a day.

Hey!…
I am not asking like other kids
To have fun or play
All I am asking for is something to eat
And somewhere clean to stay.