A child huddles in a corner,
dirty and tired and alone.
He's too skinny, too tired, too pale.
But nobody notices.
His tim, trái tim breaks
as he watches the blurry-shaped people
walk past,
without glancing at him.
Screams echo off the cold walls surrounding him.
Not just his;
There's a few voices in that howl.
But they fall on deaf ears.
Hours pass. Days pass. People pass.
Still, nobody glances his way.
Darkness begins to creep in,
Bringing two thiên thần with tear stained faces and heavy wings.
Silence has brought this,
and bởi the time people notice
it's too late.
The three thiên thần have already left.
dirty and tired and alone.
He's too skinny, too tired, too pale.
But nobody notices.
His tim, trái tim breaks
as he watches the blurry-shaped people
walk past,
without glancing at him.
Screams echo off the cold walls surrounding him.
Not just his;
There's a few voices in that howl.
But they fall on deaf ears.
Hours pass. Days pass. People pass.
Still, nobody glances his way.
Darkness begins to creep in,
Bringing two thiên thần with tear stained faces and heavy wings.
Silence has brought this,
and bởi the time people notice
it's too late.
The three thiên thần have already left.
