On the ground shivering in the evening cold
the morning dew started on him and ended on him because he is homeless, no one to turn to, since he lost his parents, the so called Family cease to exist, they left for a far away land

On bare foots he walks around the street looking for daily bread, he steals sometimes to fill up his Empty stomach because he is homeless, the market is now his home, because that's where he found love, markets women gives out, out of their nothing

The God that created a child of a Wealthy Man that hasn't sweat before in his life, is the God...