Throw stones at me.

Throw stones at me
When i sleep around
But not when i say my step father is bad
When doors are locked and shut inside
Food is always served while am left to starve
Like a dog i feed on the food down under
How bad i wish i could run away
T feed on the sand and those bleeching rays
Hoping the sun will wash away my sorrow
Wishing to awake glad to see tomorrow.

Throw stones at me
When i sleep around
But not when i say they threw me outside
Living me alone without a blanket in dark
Without a cundel hoping for a moonlight spark
Heading to shelters of those homeless cats
If they ever give me a bed atleast its a start
Away from those who wished death to my mother
Away from those who cursed the name of my father

Throw stones at me
when i sleep around
But dont ge jelous when am happy atlast.

DOUGLAS KASSANO.