Never able to reach out
and grab opportunities of gold
This soul, so young
growing fast too old

Keeping a cool head
walking through the world
so stubborn and harsh
strangling you like a tightening cord

Never known the element of love
probably never would
'cause people will always give you
a cold shoulder if they could

Racing against time
Living your life till the end
Maybe even dying
without a friend

People would not remember
the deeds that you may have done
but at least your soul
will now have someone

*Written for a dying street child...
who was deserted and cold

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