Nobody's Child

I’m standing here down an empty street so
 Lonely and Bare where the ends meet perfectly.
Somehow it doesn’t quite come to suit me. I see a Couple of
Street rats hiding in the corner digging
Through the trash. Because of you I’m living in scrap.
The letter of a street kid, I’m nobody’s child.
 
Thrown out of your lovely world, I hope you
Enjoy it; though just remember I’m here in the
Cold. If I were to get sick who would be here to
Care for me? No one! The letter of a street kid,
I’m Nobody’s child and never will be.
 
A sheet of paper for a blanket and cardboard box
For a pillow, it’s a long time since I saw you and forever
Will be as I write this final verse to the
Letter of a street kid, I used to be your child.