The heart of a homeless

Born without a home was my destiny
the day i open my eyes
to the world shyly
not knowing otherwise
i opened my arms
toward life
not aware of its harms
for every breath i would have to strive

the stars will cry
on this night
everyone seems to deny
of all the darkness i have brought to their night

not before long i learned and agreed
life is not what i had once thought
i was but one more mouth to feed
cloth, and to survive i ought to fight
long hours sat i with sunburned skin
from the sun's merciless heat
was all i could do from committing sin
for i was but only a boy of the street

the stars will cry
of this day
everyone seems to deny of all the darkness i have brought to their night

a man I'm now
my mother had told me so
with responsibility i know not how
at such an age with so many foe

iam only but a 12 year old boy
a boy of the street with no love
and to watch my sisters future destroy
i couldn't do anything but look above
and ask the person i only knew of
that didn't thought of me as sin
and would shower us all with his love
without considering the color of my skin

the stars will cry tonight
of all my difference
that has left no sunlight
into my dark night and has
taken my patience

my heart is crying in the cold
from fear, cold and shame
of ones life story that can not be told
in the name of reputation without bringing upon thy self blame

no one hears the cry of innocent
or sees the heart of a homeless
no one wants to imagine
the lives of peasants
without hearing their helplessness

the stars will cry
on this night like no other night
the world seems to deny
off all this darkness i have brought to their sight.