Born in black I squeezed for the white milk From an unknown Breast On the streets I was a month old as a feast (0-1)
I balanced my feat Raised my hands for a treat But nobody was there To give me a warm great She left me alone With my future on the streets But three year old that was least (1-3)
Streets took me to seek To play hide and seek I found some nomads To roll down the tire on the streets In the circus was the food as a fees And for the people age six was sweet (3-6)
Cool breeze chilled our finger White fog took shelter in the winter Some were our torn clothes trendy in summer Become first door to enter We shivered on the streets To stick to each other was least Any how we have to pass the time Because morning is going to gift us a warm shine
But we will find a place Where we will beg for a sake Can get some coins with woolen From the rich people who pray in heaven And I will sleep with the age of nine On the streets as lion (6-9)
Run run common fast on the streets Said an ugly face to mugly face Huge traffic is there to knock the door Where I raised the voice as headline as a choice If u need to know come and grab the voice
Mesmerizing to the god in each festive size Something should happen somewhere As I need to sell info with gear So that at least today we can fulfill our hunger As this age of eleven is not a big wonder (9-11)
Someone on the streets Said we need to be protected For the future of east They took us to orphanage Where everything was fine With a show peace and a show time
Someone on the streets Said we need to be protected more For the future of east So they took us to home Where emotion was the trade mark How much work we have to do In the absence of the lady Was a big question mark?
They took us as a dirty blood As the real blood went to school And we were left in the kitchens Where broom act as a hunter In each summer and winter
Blood shreds from the sky Where each corner tells me to cry For god sake I need my streets again To hug my mother for a rain As this age of fourteen Is giving me unbearable pain I need my streets again
I need my streets again
On the streets again……haaaa (14)
The innocent faces of human beings are children. As we got everything in our childhood but some children are ill-fated because they live in the streets and they don’t have anyone to support. I believe they are in lost tracks, so we are the people who need to support them to get them in the right direction. Now if next time a child beg in front of you don’t hesitate, just give them as much as you can. If our life is perfect, can’t we help them too with a little bit of effort in our own way to safeguard their life?