I saw you and I knew, that you were a street kid.
Always hungry and alone you're not a weak kid.
Strong from the start. But you have a good heart.
You are misunderstood.
Hoodlum they call you but I know thats not true.
You cant listen to someone that doesnt know you.
You had that red sweatshirt everyday with the same paintstain.
That was all you had.
No mom or dad.
Your friends are true. And will always be there for you.
You need to stay strong you have it in you.
I recognize your green sweatshirt with puma all the way.
And Orange shoes with the black stains.
But I love you all the same.
Remember we are true. And never will forget you.
No matter who you turn into.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem