Poezja

My eyes got opened in fifty six
             Dirty grey salford,not nice green stix
             Still here I am with not much choice
             At least a year fore finding my voice
 
             Starting to hurt now,crying so much
             Eye,s are all sticky,legs sore to touch
             Does nobody care I,m kept in a drawer
             I know its the wee making me raw
 
             Must "have"a mum,who was that man?
             Looks like she,s gone ,this must be gran
             It,s painful,I,m crying,n, nobody cares
             Daylight is short in the room up the stairs
 
             Who is this?? where am I going ?
             To heaven ! it,s affection they,re showing
             It,s so bright here,covers dry and soft
             I,m feeling better see,ing colours aloft
 
            Very peacefull here in my very own cot
            But just one thing I still have,nt got
            Oh! these two are nice,happy as well           
            Not sure where we,re goin,I,ll give a small yell
 
            Your coming with us a new mum and dad
            I dont hurt any more, I,m no longer sad
            To have this much love I could,nt moan
            Did they all feel like this ???
            Did they all find a home ????            By me haley