Orphan was I, yelled out a voice.
And so am I, recited another..
Wondering how I grew along...
Forgetting to read my poem all along....
My eyes filled with tears.
Every time I hoped to have dears..
Affectionate were a few...
None that I could hold on to....
Coming into my life were friends.
Bringing along smiles to wipe of my tears..
As the waves looked to get past my loneliness...
Came a tide to fill my eyes back with tears....
Few would say I had my moments.
None would say I had a relation..
Waiting were my ears.
To be called as a brother..
Longing was my eyes.
to whisper out a few smiles...
Orphan was I, yelled out the gorgeous sky...
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