The Difference

 A child being reared in his mother's lap

While another lying half dressed on the floor

A child cuddles into cushions

And the other sleeping on hard core

Hear the cries of a child under the roof

While another silently weeps

Maybe just outside your door

Just look around

They both are true

They both are innocent

Their tears are for the same reason

Yet the world sees a difference that grows more and more

A eleven year old plays with a colourful stick

His only beautiful magic wand

Another carries a crown of brick 

On his small head

The boy down the street can buy a pencil and a book

While the boy in the book shop who keeps the book

Can only gaze and look

A girl in the pink robe

Owns a pretty Barbie

While another, maybe younger 

Sells the same for a penny

Their eyes also want to dream

Their heart is a clear as the stream

Their lips also smile the same way

Yet the world sees a difference

That grows more and more