The park is empty. no one goes there to play soccer. hai.. bcos of THEIR exams. let me elaborate further. nobody wants to play badminton. (well except for some j2s..). haii.. so i'm stuck at home playing antisocial computer games. though i hv this nagging feeling tt i shld be mugging chem. but lazy. n i need to go to sch n give mr kan smthg. but soo far away. i could ask sum1 to do it for me.. wonders of technology. haha.. see first. haha..
~.~
I suddenly thought of smthg jus now. lots of pple talk abt adopting children when they grow up. well, all in the good nature of it, but it suddenly brought up a memory of a song... i'm not sure by whom, but its an oldie...
As I was slowly passing an orphan's home one day,
I thought I'd stop a little while just to watch the children play
Alone, a boy was standing, and when I asked him why,
He turned with eyes that could not see,
And he began to cry.
I'm nobody's child, I'm nobody's child.
Just like a flower, I'm growing wild.
No mommy's kisses and no daddy's smiles.
Nobody wants me, I'm nobody's child.
People come for children, and take them for their own.
But they all seem to pass me, and I'm left here all alone.
I know they'd like to take me, but when they see I'm blind,
They always take some other child, and I am left behind.
I'm nobody's child, I'm nobody's child.
Just like a flower, I'm growing wild.
No mommy's kisses and no daddy's smiles.
Nobody wants me, I'm nobody's child.
No mommy's arms to hold me, Or soothe me when I cry.
Sometimes it gets so lonely, I wish that I could die.
I'll walk the streets of heaven, Where all the blind can see.
And just like all the other kids, There'd be a home for me.
I'm nobody's child, I'm nobody's child.
Just like a flower, I'm growing wild.
No mommy's kisses and no daddy's smiles.
Nobody wants me, I'm nobody's child.
i think tt wld be a great (albeit very difficult) thing to do, to adopt a disabled child. note: i'm not saying i'd hv the courage to do that, though i wish i had the courage to do..
oh wells..
cheers~ n peace.
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