15 February 2013
Tattered clothes, red eyes,
why does no one hear my cries?
Matted hair, skin and bones,
I'm so sick if being alone.
Caked with dirt, blood streaked face,
get me out of this cruel place.
House burned down, now mama's dead,
all that's left is the feeling of dread.
Bruised legs, scraped knee,
release me from this misery.
Dirty water, polluted sky, I look up and I wonder why.
Starving child, food is gone,
no doubt they won't see the dawn.
Theft! Murder! Look away!
All I can do is hope and pray.
No time to cry, no time to mourn.
Why was I even born?
Is this supposed to be reality
or is this just insanity?
Please! Won't you help me?
Tattered clothes, red eyes, why does no one hear my cries?
Hear my cries • Opuss № I