The streets should be my home
Why live in a mansion with no one to hold
Cold stone won’t comfort me
But that little homeless girl in the corner might
If I tell her my story, she’ll understand
We are thesame
Maybe we could stand together
Strip me of all these jewels
They are worth nothing where I’m going
Or perhaps I could trade them at the corner for some love
Buy me a father, buy me a mother, buy me a sister, buy me a lover
Hey stranger, if I gave you a gold bar
Would you walk around with me and tell me stories?
Would you tell everyone how much I mean to you?
Would you share my little corner underneath the bridge?
I wonder if they’ll look out for me underneath the bridge,
Would they defend me against the young terrorist
Stand up for me and never relent
Hide me in the shadows till it’s safe to come out
It won’t matter anyway
Anywhere is better than here
For a palace is no place
for a little orphan girl like me
(Originally written 29th August, 2015)