My Soul

I didn't ask to be born ,but here I am
With feelings just like u , I love the sun
but not the fill of the wind
when it blows, the holes of my jersey

My father was gone, I do not know where
my mother tried to earn a little money for food,
but hunger is bad really

At school they laughed at me
they even scold at me ,
just because I am poor
is it my fault,is it my fault to be born poor
Help my soul will u