I walk like a paper on the wind .
On the old street of my unknown journey .
As i watch the corner from left to right,
I remember the days of my life .
How i used to play on the side street,
Laughing in the midst of a heavy rain .
With all the fear and tiresome things,
While my tummy feels the pain .
Where everyone look down on me,
I march the road with a head up high.
How funny it was to think i am proud ,
When I’m holding just a can to roam around .
Sometimes i have penny,
More times I don’t have.
But that doesn’t stop me,
And continue to walk around.
Now years and years had been passed,
And with that i’ve been through a lot.
I guess those cans bring hope to what i reach,
For who i am , to what i am,
For now i deserve a spot at least .
As i went to the last corner of the street ,
I saw a girl begging and in need.
I wipe my tears , and walk towards her .
“There is hope “ ,I whispered.
“Yes there is “, she answered .
Life is not a fairytale ,
It isn’t about luck or misery.
But one thing for me that was so sure .
There is hope , there is love ,
You just need to work it out.