I have lived on our capital's streets,
And spent the days begging at everyone's feet.
They won't help you up when you're down and out,
The only way back is to scream and to shout,
And hope that your pleas will fall on the right ears,
And that someone will see through the dirt to your tears.
During this time I learnt a lot,
About the people we are,The haves and have nots.
How some of them care and some of them don't.
The way some people help and some people just won't.
Sometimes you are angry and so full of hate,
That you think the world owes you it all on a plate.
But other times when you are mellow and calm,
You realise that people don't mean you any harm.
Some people won't look you straight in the eye,
Because if they did it would make them cry.
They would see the sorrow that's in your face,
And wonder what's wrong with the human race.