#222

With my outstretched hands

I roam through the lands

I have thorns in my feet

Ain’t got much to eat

I have dirt on my face

No home or home-like place

I got no friends, no kin

Yet I feel glad within

For I am free, free and alive

Eventhough I got nothing

I still have this life

And look! It’s so full of beauty

And so full of colour

It’s all I think I’ll need

To get through forever