I stand on the road crowded high
schools and temples all residing by

but no one cares to see the loomy me.
hungry stomach and eyes that cry

I manage smile but the grief intensify
I see you studying and playing near by

you are red and I am turning all brown
you are blessed and I am a working clown
what else will prove my destiny
I beg for a living and you, in harmony

day will come, when the world will be upside down
you'll be me and I'll wear that crown..