• By: Rein Kumo

    A child stands on a busy street
    Watching people pass it by
    There all rushing off somewhere in a hurry
    I see them rushing by
    And I just stand there and weep
    I weep for those who are to busy to see
    To busy to see the little child broken and lost
    I sit and wait for some one to see
    For some one to notice the child sitting there crying
    Fading away as if it were a forgotten memory
    But they never do they just go on
    They never see the child they never stop
    They are all just to lost in there own little word
    To lost to stop and enter the child’s world
    To lost to stop and care about the poor child fading away
    For you see the child will one day soon be lost
    It will die and no one will notice that it is missing
    The only one who will know the misery is me
    For I knew the child was there and so I cry
    No one will no why I cry
    If they then stop to ask me
    For they will only stop for me
    As I am not yet gone from there memory
    When they do stop I will tell them of the child
    The child that is now gone and lost to the world
    The child that would stand at the corner every day
    Watching the people as it slowly died inside
    For no one could notice its sorrow and pain
    And then I will tell them this final sorrow
    For you see this child is me
    I to then vanish from sight and mind
    As the people go on with there lives
    Never to remember the child that was me