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A kid
I've seen lil boy, he was alone at street
He was in rags, all dirty poor little kid
He had no money and no food for a couple of days
Felt victim to the street, a pure creation of our days
He was so tired and afraid to talk
I understood that for his years he felt a lot.
He knew what's hunger means, but couldn't understood what's - love
He suffered much and felt how fate was laughing above
There was no place for him, that we use to call sweet home
He has to live his life at street and days and nights alone
He knew what humiliation mean and how it hearts
When brothers beat you and call you odds
I saw a love in the soul of kid and tears on his eyes
I love my GOD, but still I couldn't (can not) realize
What was his sin that he is suffering for and live as an outcast?
Oh, may be on the Hell where we live he is just a guest?
I hope he'll get to HEAVEN, I hope he'll be o.k.,
But still it hurts to see cold hearts of people, it leaves an ache!
