Each day we are looking
Into the ways to stay alive
We want to survive
By our means we are toiling
Our minds,just what to eat
When will our luck come?
Our books we hold
Each day it rise
In pits and rubbish
Just looking for some books
Improve our way to live
To find chance out of poverty
We are our own directors
How cold it's outside
Just to lack a home
But we just hold
The sun will rise😢😢
We Will Try Again
©elisahim
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