Getting on her wheelchair,
Believes that she still can,
By picking up thrown-away-tin cans.
And even though it is disappointing,
But, the sun in her is still dawning.
Next to an alley's dirty, stinky drain,
Squat a little kid, eating in pain.
Yet, with a hope that is strong and good,
He yearns for a kind hand with food.
You might think, inside, he's drowning,
Wrong, cos the sun in him is still dawning.
If you say you can't help their sun to shine even brighter,Trust me i'll hit ten times harder.
Cos I bet the tears you shed,
Are much lesser than the ones they had.
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