Little Child

Little child, who are you?
Why you're so timid and weak?
Why there are tears on your face?

Little child, where are you?
Why you tremored like a lonely bird?
Why you grinned like a abandoned puppy?


Your wound's still bleeding.
Your fearness's covered by your anger.
Your anger's stucked by your hunger, which
forces you to smile, once pick up a bone,
then you'll vanish in the dark.


Little child, how are you?
When will you be back and calm
to stretch your arms and jump up and down?