The Dream of a Homeless Child - Kiromil Baroroh

There is a pain inside my heart

Staring at the castles above

Where people are living with laugh and love

There is a pain inside my heart

Knowing that the rain is a mother

And the storm is a father

There is a pain, when noises are music

When the leaves are blanket

And sorrow is the only feeling

Weary I grow, dwelling in an unfair life

Seeing the nasty look people gave

Wasting the dreams I’ve saved

For I had a dream my life would be

A stark contrast to this infernal reality

Through my slumbered vision

Then I dream of God’s forgiveness

Of the ungratefulness

From this homeless child