Girl cries aloud.
Busy shopping centre
I am not God!
Can’t change this world.
Feed the homeless
Cradle the hopeless
Clean streets of garbage,
Save the sick. Nobody lives for ever.
She can’t change the way things are,
She not God, but she feels what she sees.
She the mother not cradled her child yet
But sees a whole world in front of her that needs to be held.