Everyday is the same
They call me words
Words that are not pleasing
Insults is what I get
Give me a chance
A chance to prove
Make you see
How wrong you are
It's like a prison
Chains of poverty
In the bin is where I feed
Just like a rat
We are one and the same
The cold floor of the streets
The cold embraces me
The nights give me comfort
The streets are my home
It's not my fault
All I ask of you
Is to give me a chance
A street child's plee..conditions don't last forever . Tables turn.. Have a kind heart to the misfortunate..