They walk around in the unknown, the crowds closing in like a big thorns
With no security, only hope, they look around to find something to eat rather than soap
They are sooed away like flies, they can’t do anything but travel their lonely eyes
In search of food, they intrude, the unknown, full of danger and crude
On the ground, one sees half a meal, with big eyes, he thinks its unreal
Bones visible covered only with a thin layer of skin, he walks home with the biggest grin
uncovering his treasured possession, he feeds his younger sibling with a compassionate expression
He starves himself for his only real treasure, he finds love through it, that can not be measured.