My OperaThe Orphanage
Friday, December 30, 2011 1:48:05 PM
The building has two floors
A mango tree on its front yard
The wall decorated with a board
A board lists the names of orphans
In the living room some young girls talking
Those faces hide the fear with smilling
Behind a large desk there is a foster mother
Sitting alone in a corner
Sad crying from the youngest child
She will be aged 2 months this week
Given to them by a young wild
She was so weak
"Can I hold her for a minute?"
Baby girl's black eyes stared at me
While I wiped away the tears on her face
Her skin felt to me like lace
Listen their hopes hear their sounds
They want to be found
It is not through choice they are there,
It is because they need someone to care,
Their lives can be as happy as yours and mine
They just need your love and your time,
With help from someone who cares
Their hopes and dreams can be theres
* I went to the orphanage last ramadhan. It kept in my mind so I wrote a poem about the situation.
Thanks to my brother, Shreklookalike for helping me to finish the poem
A mango tree on its front yard
The wall decorated with a board
A board lists the names of orphans
In the living room some young girls talking
Those faces hide the fear with smilling
Behind a large desk there is a foster mother
Sitting alone in a corner
Sad crying from the youngest child
She will be aged 2 months this week
Given to them by a young wild
She was so weak
"Can I hold her for a minute?"
Baby girl's black eyes stared at me
While I wiped away the tears on her face
Her skin felt to me like lace
Listen their hopes hear their sounds
They want to be found
It is not through choice they are there,
It is because they need someone to care,
Their lives can be as happy as yours and mine
They just need your love and your time,
With help from someone who cares
Their hopes and dreams can be theres
* I went to the orphanage last ramadhan. It kept in my mind so I wrote a poem about the situation.
Thanks to my brother, Shreklookalike for helping me to finish the poem
