peter haley
railway kid ...lost and found
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
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