The vagabond child
Evening at my back, in a lonely street,
When I can find the way there’s a place of dreams.
the vagabond dog, the hiding kitten,
when can I find simple happiness, with one I can tell my afflictions it’s heaven.
I sneer at the rain, rouse up at the cold,
hardened bread is my favorite companion,always sought out.
I shame at the filth, I would swallow myclean clothes,and use the thickestsuit of armor to shield them.
It’s because I believe in what’s Good, that I want to continue my search,
It’s because I believe in what’s Good, that I want to continue my song,
I believe I am not lonely,
because peoplewear an armor but I can embrace their heart.
The battle is about to start, the filth hasnot rotten my soul,
Because I always fight at the front…..