They are the street children

They roam the streets from dawn to dust,day and night they keep roaming No breakfast, No launch Neither dinner. They don't feel loved They don't feel protected They don't feel being cared for They are who we call"street children" They have two categories children on the street and children of the street Children on the street spend the day on the street roaming around, selling some just roam around and beg and go back to their "so called" homes by the end of the day while the children of the street spend the day,afternoon, sleep and wake up still on the streets As you sleep in your cozy bed,they struggle to find a place to lay their head and keep roaming the next morning. While you dress in your clean nice clothes They are in their dirty tags we call them "street children" While you are protected by parents and family members They are vulnerable to all forms of violence When you cry their is someone to wipe your tears and give you hope When they cry they look left they look right but their is nobody Nobody to say I LOVE YOU, n Nobody to say you don't have to cry In their hearts they cry for a mum They cry for a dad It all comes back to us to make them feel Loved They are who we call "street Children"