On the Streets
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Look into the eyes of an innocent child
Wandering the streets for scraps and coins
Singing songs to fill their bellies
"Spare a glance to me", their hidden thought
With a spare change or a dime or two
You see their vibrant smiles beam through
Finding a place to belong
Looking for a place to sleep for the night
Sleeping on cold and wet cardboards
There is so much life in them
We forgotten half of the society
So much to see past the ragged clothes and cindered skins
They lost their childhood to the cruel present
Stuck in a limbo to survive every single day
Ever wonder the potential that's stuck undiscovered on the streets?
One day, that child would rear up the world
If only they were given what was rightfully theirs
Even you can witness the talent on the streets
Some are falling to the clutches of impurities
Brought up the wrong way
Open their eyes, let the truth seep in
Dear child, let me hold you tight.
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-WishfulFarter (Tie)
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