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 Hi, you there!
The night is cold already
Please tell me why
You are wrapped under these rags
Laying in front of that wrecked kiosk
I want to listen to all your stories

Many are there like this
Battling with the realms of bad parenting
Abuses, poverty, rejection, and hatred
Facing the wrath of the night
Its quakes and lightening
All the storms and rains
Well, I grew up realising that all those truth
Were some share shenanigans
Saturated to smear shame on our smiles
The titles of motherhood and fatherhood
Are responsibilities, not self-enriching claims
For a mother is to build a child
And a father is to provide
If these kids are able to build and provide
Then what use makes of those titles?
Until we realise that children are gifts,
The compliments that holds all those unions
Then we will understand the joy of God
Save a kid today,
Share some love to them
Enrich your house with one or two
Understand their growth
And embrace their youth
Pick them out of the streets
And feed their cheeks with love
'Cause no amount of wealth,
No amount of entitlements
Brings joy like building your own child