I am the street kid
Here in the street is my home
It was just a slosh not by chance
I had a star shade before
Where I could rest on, my bed
But this went inside a snatch
Yes, this AIDS king of the world
I don't know its works so far
But what I know is
It slaughtered my shade
Now here I am, the neglected
Even my lineage has refused me
And took away all the city
That was served for the family
And left the outcast here alone
So here I am in wasteland
The ran away from heavy rains
Slided away on the same route by foot
And found a cosy shade
Yes, here in the street
I beg crowds, 'Just a coin! '
Eaten in clouds of rottten bins
I take my bed under this bridge
Yes, here in the street
Others of adults try to strike away
They persuade me, persaude me
These world pretenders of adoptions
And adopt this infused child
Such is me and sale abroad
Yes, here in the street
So I cry out if ever my shade was alive
If ever had it known this play
If ever I was out of this storm
I could smile, laugh and die at hope
This hope built in me of life
Yes, here in the street
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