They are young , they are old,
the words of love from their parents were kept untold.
Orphens left unlove on the door step of the orphenage,
poor and sad they have to stay in bed with their rice porrage.
Oh so cute you say,
but gasp when hearing the price to pay.
When you turn to leave the laughs and smiles turn into a mournful cry,
you tear your eyes away you do so want to cry from the inside.
Forget about your broken heart,
think about how long their heart has been torn apart.
Think about how they felt when they words of love to them were kept untold.