Little boy
heart hard as stone
he's never had a place
to call his own
he sleeps on the streets
in the cold he shivers
his heart's a stone,
but his eyes are a river.
murky green,
and sharp and cunning,
but this dear child
can't stop their running
the salt of his tears stings his face
mother's words echo
"You're just a disgrace"
Little boy
heart cold as ice
if they knew the real you
maybe they'd think twice.