Why me
Why me
Oh Lord
I miss Mom
I miss Dad
For how long will I be living on the streets.
I can't sleep at night cause I hear the bird mummering and whispering on the trees.
I look up at the stars bringing me light to see criminals and harmful things next to me.
I am now addicted to drugs.
I wish I could go back home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem