Everyone’s Child

Your face, smudged with dirt

The street, your playground

Your bed, a dark corner

Yet you can smile

Your face, one among many

Tears fill your eyes

As your hunger swells

Yet you can smile

Your loneliness, unknown

No friends to play

Only eyes of strangers

Yet you can smile

You are everyone’s child

Yet they walk on by

Without a second glance

Yet you can smile

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