You all know how it feels,
To be loved,
You all know what it means,
To be in a family,
But I grew up in the streets,
I had never known my mother,
I had never heard of my father,
Only strangers are around,
And calling me all sorts of names,
But somebody told me it’s Christmas time,
Taking me to a place I now call home,
Promised me I won’t eat from the bins again,
But shall harvest some goodwill,
In the Spirit of the festive season,
Nov 23, 2010
Nov 23, 2010 at 2:07 AM UTC
You all know how it feels,
To be loved,
You all know what it means,
To be in a family,
But I grew up in the streets,
I had never known my mother,
I had never heard of my father,
Only strangers are around,
And calling me all sorts of names,
But somebody told me it’s Christmas time,
Taking me to a place I now call home,
Promised me I won’t eat from the bins again,
But shall harvest some goodwill,
In the Spirit of the festive season,
* Xmas special
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