I am not wealthy yet I always shop
I didn't finish my studies yet I have a job
In the shopping center where my day starts
Lies a fairytale that describes my life

This place possesses a lot of doors
Yet no one has ever tried to let me go
Inside their room, inside their stall
Unless I have money, perhaps some coins

With my palm widely open, I sit
Beside the wall, I leaned
My eyes was filled with compact tears
Caused by hunger I endured ever since

I watch the people who go and come
They wear different smiles and clothes so fine
Some with their friends, colleagues and mom
Things I don't have yet I don't know why

How I wish I was that girl in Rodic's
Who refused to finish her meals
For I know I will never waste
A single food which is a lifetime grace

How I wish I was that man in the store
Who buys some stuff for school
How I wish I can have the chance to know
All what he writes in his notes

How I wish I was that child with her mother
Who bought her a cone of ice cream
How I wish my parents even bother
That my life is in vain

How I wish people would realize
That I'm not begging for their money
But for a single piece of love
And kindness for me

Now, they shout at me for ruining the place
For staying here and going here always
It's not my fault if I have a ***** dress
All I'm trying to do is to survive by myself

In this little palace, I'm the little queen
With no crown of education and scepter of understanding
I don't know how to count yet I know how to dream
That my tale will change somehow, someday