Searching for security
A home to call his own
Little boy with hazel eyes,
is so lost and alone

Lived so many places
No time to make a friend
Filled with so much anger
Will this ever end?

Scribble on some paper
Colors Black and red
Wishing Mommy lived with him,
to tuck him into bed

Little boy who's hazel eyes,
are starting to turn gray
Rejected by his mom and dad
Hurting every day

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