On the corner of a street is a child.
A child as pretty as a princess
She's wearing a dress like a rag.
She got no shoes nor money to buy one.
She had eyes clear as water.
She's so white, she looks pale.
Her face and body are so slim.
Her nails and feet look dark.
Maybe because of dirt?
No one looks at her nor glances at her.
No one helps her, nor asks her if she's hungry or if she feels sick.
All are so busy...
So busy making money, busy eating
So busy talking and smiling at each other, busy laughing
The child in the corner closes her eyes.
The child died with a tear on her face.
The child died due to sepsis.
The child's nails and feet are dark
because her blood was infected.
If only someone looked at her, or even glance at her,
If only someone asked her if she's hungry or if she felt sick.
If only someone holds her, even for a short while
If only someone sat with her, even for a little while.
Maybe the child at the corner won't die with a tear on her face.
Maybe the child at the corner won't die…