Hey you!
Getting cold,
Getting old.
Standing in the darkness
All lonesome looking like
Mold.

Having no food,
No water.
Not even a blanket to have soft sweet slumber.

Don't  you worry,
Don't  you cry.
The darkness will sing you a lullaby.

In the summer burning in the sun;
Looks like hell to everyone
In the winter freezing to death
but no one cares, they are either blind or deaf.

You getting cold,
With no blanket
All lonesome with a teddy bear to behold.
And only memories of love is your mother singing "you are gold".
~ S.H.