He stood there barefeet, his eyes
searching a little girl bye
holding onto his torn sleeve;
Amidst the hustle-bustle, he
sang his song, lyrics out of tune
just like what he seemed himself there.
His little eyes bright, full of wonders
sweet boy, i felt pity;
begging for alms, the little girl goes
I wonder should i?
Or maybe i shouldnt!
But it doesnt matter,
If not me then somebody