Born and brought up in dingy wells
Ran asd drenched in the windy rains
They are beautiful with unaccustomed smiles
They are generous with realistic attitudes
Clothes and jewels don't bother them
Satisfied with a Loaf and some drops of rain
They find peace within  themselves
begging doesn't seem to hassle them
Satisfied without glitters and diamonds
The streets become there home and roads their beds
They are the children of the streets
Born and brought up in dingy wells
They run and drench in the windy rains....

There's a blank space
It's empty and it's dark
Filled with grief, filled with guilt
For no one can ever change
For no one to ever enter
For no one to make it visible
Contents gone too far
Too far to never rebuild again
Visible yet invisible
For no one to change again
I know its 'rude' I know its 'mean'
But the space left will always remain
There's a blank space
Its empty and its Dark.

Bumped into another act of indecisiveness
Closeness and a bang
Hit hard, sloshed and spranged
yet to call it come more and thou shall we swang
Birds and Highs, Fires and fierwe flies
All i can see is dark patches and love dies
Faces and Traces, I recall all the places
Been and NOT being - still sloshed and spranged
I got bumped into yet another act of indecisiveness