Street Kids

Street Kids

We see them here we see them there,
The kids for who no-one has a care.
The clothes they wear all tattered and torn,
Their faces are sad looking all forlorn.

For when we see them we do dismiss,
That they have no love they feel no bliss.
Their lives are ruined they are not to blame,
How would you feel if your life was the same.

They beg for money or food to eat,
They sleep at night on the corner of the street.
Old paper they use to keep out the cold,
No friendly face to see or hand to hold.

Why do we scorn them what harm can they be,
How would you cope if it was you or me.
To be given a chance is all they need,
If in life they are ever to succeed.