They're for the streets do not forget so
Like the man who smiled
As reminds them of the time he helped her live
But he had done this to many
Whether it was the miller’s daughter to pay her bills
Or that who slept on the cardboard outside
It’s only this time I ask
When i do everything for you
He cried,
As he reminisced
The times he said that to the other women
And the frog said ogh my what a poten person
While the princess  say what a kind prince
as to why the frog might have been weird in stating, I questioned
was a thought to be pondered upon in time not at time
in time we will be late
and at times people who you call your friends will be the last you want to be with
it's real work of real hypocrisy
they do their work well
they are distinguishable because they are hypocrites
they may speak english or not at all!
it's a real gamble guessing what they speak
they may even be dedicated to the wrong things
but soon they'll find their direction
and they get married
and it will   come and find them
The hypocrisy they handed out
Oh how hard it bites them again
and yet we have people stamping their feet
but take no heed for they're just incompetent and lost
But feel for them as they are the vulnerable
They are picked up by those who roam the street
it's such a shame that people appear amazing are left
to roam the streets while the are the villain of the streets
And what’s a bigger shame than so?
But do not forget they're for the streets and do not forget so

Searching for myself in the pieces you left...
~leila