Pain and sorrow
Oh dear, I am a homeless I am a victim of authority who is reckless The war had me hopeless It made my life a full darkness How dare humans who dont feel on us Instead they raise weapons on us My dear, my eyes are full with tears I need a one with whom I can share my worries Mom died and Dad with my hand was buried Still I am a child and I need them But who could explain this to those people with fierceness Is our life to that extent cheap Or are their hearts with violence fed Griefness, Sorrowness and oppressiveness In these three word my life is expressed