He stands there, waiting for it to come
To take him, to end what he begun
He sees the light
But it’s just another car in the night.
Deep inside him he feels the pain,
The deadly virus spreading in his vain.
He didn’t want it but it wanted him
And now it was making his lights go dim.
He remembers the life before this one,
When love was just like the rising sun,
When his parents still had the beat of life,
But now they had gone with that fatal knife.
He stands and walks over to me.
Sadness and courage is all we see.
We sit there unwanted like some weeds,
It’s just another pair of street kids.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010