One Day...

Yesterday I played on my slide and ran on my ground

In my little house was the best sleep I ever found

I woke up today at an unknown place

Pushed to work by a man with an ugly face

I am made to run here

Just like on my ground

But to get bread and milk

Without any sound

I am made to crawl here

Just like in my room

But here with a cloth

And a dusty broom

I am made to climb stairs

Just like on my slide

But here

There are rules to abide

I miss my mother

I miss my dad

With the little money I make

I hope they're glad

My ground was better, my little room, the best

I am waiting to pass this bad time’s test

But one day, when things will be fine

I'll make sure no other child lives a life like mine