Can any one hear me?
Is any one there?
I've been calling and calling
but I realize now that nobody cares.
I'm invisible to them and
everyone's eye.
They couldn't care less if I die.
But I try to call out again and again and all I hear is my fearful voice echoing back to me in the end.

My tears start to shred
because I know I'm as good
as dead. Nobody will hear me,
nobody will even turn a head.
And why should they?
I'm a street rat
and I was kidnapped
but nobody knows I'm even gone,
and nobody cares.

I'm weak and hungry
and It's dark and damp down here,
though I don't know where I am.
The chills consume me when he comes into view and then
I'm slipping, I'm falling,
I'm going away; I'm leaving the
face of the Earth in my own, lonely, broken kind of way.

And nobody cares that I'm gone,
don't even notice how they have neglected a poor innocent child.
Nobody cares, nobody loves, nobody
payed attention to the abandon. So, why did I even bother to budge?