He sits there
With a dripping nose and frost-bitten hands
Looking out into the bustling streets
Waiting...

His winter jacket
Patterned with holes
The only thing protecting him from the numbing breeze

He is a lonely boy
Waiting...
Waiting for anything that will give him an ounce of hope
Waiting for a sign

He thinks of the past
Of the day he was abandoned
Left on the streets to rot

Oh, how young he was

Not a day over four
He was betrayed

Betrayed by the ones he thought loved him
Betrayed from the one above
Betrayed by life itself

He spots a family
Two parents
Two kids
All with the same big grin planted on their face

A sharp pain strikes his heart
A tear slips away
As he thinks back to the day he was left

Left at a corner
Left alone in the big apple

No food
No water
No hope

But

He will never give up
Never let sorrow get the best of him

Holding his head high
He sits
Waiting…