There's a boy on the cornerof my street
who goes to my school
he's in most my classes
but his voice I have not heard
he's small for his age and a little slow too
he walks with a limp and stumbles up and down stairs too
he always sits alone at lunch with no food to eat
his clothes are kind of ratty and one size to small
in gym class he walks around instead of playing games
I wonder what his life is like
I wonder what he feels
I wish I could talk to him and try to help
but he seems so fragile
with than grim look on his face
last week he came to school with a false grin and he glance at me then turned his head
He seems so all alone
and each and everyday he walks home alone
to the corner of my street
