Oh mother,
Where are you?
Oh mother,
Where am I?
Oh mother,
What is this?
Oh mother,
How did I get here?
Mother...mother
When can I leave?
Mother....mother...
I never wanted to be here.
Little mind: adapting
Am not here because I want, but circumstances left me no option
I sleep on the cold hard cement
And eat with the stray dogs
My supper is the city rubbish
Clothes are a luxury because
My rugs are my wardrobe
Father! Mother! What is that?
I am my own parent.
Little mind: rescued.
Look at me....now
I am living like a king!
I have food, clothing, and shelter but above all
I have good health, hope and love.
It all came from God when the good lady took me to her home
I have a parent now...I do not have to look after myself
Isn’t that Grand?
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