Homeless
I saw a girl in the street,
All black and dirty were her feet.
She was but a young small child,
Very feeble and not wild.
Her hair was messy, tangled it was,
Not a lot of treasure she even had.
She had no food, not even water,
But she knew love is what mattered.
So even if you have everything,
You'll find that you still have nothing.
A hand with love is what you need,
To eternal happiness it might lead.
