Cry for the lost children who have no home,
pray for them and write a poem.
feel their loneliness in your heart,
as the darkness tears their life apart.
Wander with them through the silent street,
Watch the rats eat at their feet.
touch their souls while they sleep,
and their memories, your mind, will always keep.
forget the ways of the wayward child,
forget the past, for it was mild.
look into the eyes of the homeless one,
and see a life that is nearly done.
Cry for the lost children who have no home,
sleep on the streets in which they roam.
Eat the filth that they consume,
and know the children and their doom.
REB
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love it, it shows the life the homeless have especially the kids.Very true words, beautiful poem