The Pain of an Orphan
The Bridge Became his Home
Tears has been his companion
The street is the only friend around
His hope for survival is only on God
How can he forget so soon
When Death came Knocking
And took both parents away
Looks like a dreams but it's real
Aunty Bisi offered to take him in, but made life a living hell for him
He made him do all the chores
He wish he could accept his fate
But the scars from each broken plate, the mark from several beatings is countless
The torture became unbearable
His only way of escape was running away
To save his life hopping for better days
Wondering who will be the saviour
When will his saviour come.
That's his prayer day and Night
Who will save an Orphan
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