Growing up in the shelters
We never knew anything than to be little sharers
The reason, we are strangers to the world
Innocents heart watch parents cutting in the veld.
Walking barefoot.

Wearing slick-cheap hoot
Smelling the old washing water
Nobody cares about the matte
Where is our future
Our role models are fake diamond
They’ve got dry bonds
Neither quality nor last
Because they never research about the past

We grew hopeless
Our results are fruitless

Once we saw tourist
Walking confidence
Our eyes, they are reason to be research
The reason is education
Its long-time ambition
They said polite “It’s about being consistent”

Our tourist
They are mind changers
Trying to work on fruitful chained.
They give us hope.