Don'T Bring Me Back To The Orphanage

The bell has rang Faces of cheers mirrored across the classrooms Packing their beg eagerly Running to the compound Awaiting parents waiting anxiously Their loved ones are their reason To live and let live For me, life is a torment Innocent face full of grief Colors of love Painted with affection Brushed with kisses Warmed with hugs I watched them from the waiting bench The children are singing with joy Chorused by lovely caretakers And the four wheels Unhesitant fetch them home A home sweet home This is the world, which I lived in Too young to understand What’s suffering means? Agony and pain Are my breakfast Quenching my thirsts But still hunger The longing would be longer Until You take me away to foster A long lost link with them Auntie Helen, please Don’t bring me back to the orphanage Should I resist I’d be rage Persist And intense Too young to understand