An Orphan Child

She born to laugh, she born to play
She born to dance, she born to shine like a ray
She will fly to the sky, if she can
But next she found herself as orphan
When she cried nobody there to lift her up
Nobody there to feed her milk, when she starved
Her tears flow although her lips smile
She is a thief and runs a mile
Her dry cheeks talks a lot
Her fundamental dress never washed
She often travel by train
Often she covered her pain
She sleeps under the open sky
A girls's wing cut down before she fly
Million of emotions she keep behind her smile
Nobody knows the pain of an orphan child.