Alone, sleeping on stones,
Sharp, jagged ones,
Like tongs.
Watching the people pass by,
They don’t even bother to say “Hi”,
They just pass me by.
Alone,
Scared to the bone,
The drunks, they kick me, punch me, hurt me.
Why do they hate me?
I came here for a new life,
But all I get is strife.
I lay in blight,
Day and night.
People treat me like a scamp,
Like a tramp.
But, then they came,
Showed me their aim,
They took me in,
Didn’t treat me like a bin,
The people from St. Martins.