Brown Boy

I'm a child raised without emotion, street life full of
commotion. How tragic is life being raised without
ever being praised.
The lack of tender love of a mother to embrace, no
gentle hands to wipe fallen tears from my face. A
poor little brown boy, who rarely had a new toy.
I was never told what I was worth, no knowledge of
way I was put here on earth.
I Hope in heaven there's room for a brown boy, who
just wanted like other kids to experience happiness
and loving joy.