Little boy with wounds
on his heart. And scars
on his feet. Little boy
wondering off and lost
in the streets. Looking for
something to eat. Looking
for his family’s picture in
the sand. Little boy with a
broken toy in his hand. And
bruises on his lips. Runs in
the streets with no clue looking
like a fool. All he wants is a warm
hand to hold and a heart to crawl
in when it’s night and time for
bed* ~