Looking down while I fly,
Soaring across the skies
As my wings spread
I spotted a big piece of bread
This is the life that I am forced to live
Life under 40th bridge.
Sometimes a lady feed me in the morning,
And at nights
I wonder how will I eat after she die
The water that I drink is black and *****,
And lights flashes in my eyes at night,
And cars drive above me every night
Sometimes I don't sleep
I am always trying to find something to eat
Tall buildings surrounds me,
Very tall buildings
No trees!
I am force to eat whatever is on the floor
Sometimes I find bread rice
And maybe pieces of chicken and chips
Living to die!
A few weeks ago my wife gave birth
Now I have another mouth to feed.